Li Xiangxiang fell silent.
Her thoughts raced. Though she had never personally tasted the wine gourd on Wang Xian's person, just hearing its name... Spring Flowers, Autumn Dew!
She knew it was anything but ordinary.
Calling it an immortal brew would not have been an exaggeration.
In all her years wandering the martial world, she had seen countless fine wines, but the possibility that one could truly deserve those four words had never crossed her mind.
If someone with such a gourd of wine could not even cure his own eyes, there was only one possibility...
It was not that he was unwilling to treat them, but that they could not be treated.
And if he had even lost his sense of taste, that explained even more.
For a man who had lost his sense of taste to still carry a gourd of peerless wine with him was itself a colossal joke, a colossal irony.
The one Wang Xian had offended was not some cultivator of the mortal world, but Heaven itself.
Only a punishment bestowed by Heaven could be beyond the reach of all medicine.
At that thought, she drew a deep breath. Her expression turned complicated—part regret, part awe, and part indescribable reflection.
"Fine!"
She rose to her feet and smiled faintly at the two of them. "I'll believe you. If he dares come to Heavenly Fragrance Tower today, then I, Li Xiangxiang, will invite him to taste Sunset Red Dust."
Without waiting for them to react, she turned and pushed the door open. Her skirt swept a graceful arc across the floor as she vanished at the end of the corridor.
Tang Feng watched the girl's departing figure and shook his head with a bitter smile. "She's a fierce one too."
Bao Xiaoqin did not respond.
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