Li Xiangxiang nodded, the smile on her lips deepening. "Heavenly Fragrance Tower's brewing grows better year after year. No, rather, the flower petals collected last year were twice as many as in previous years!"
She left it at that. There was no need to say more; anyone who had tasted it understood the secret behind it.
Just the gathering of flower petals and autumn dew was enough to discourage many cultivators and merchants.
After all, even if someone had the inclination and patience to gather dew drop by drop from flowers on autumn nights, and collect petals one by one—
No one possessed the skill of that mysterious brewing master within Heavenly Fragrance Tower...
Brewing was not something one could master through patience alone.
Hearing this, Ye Hongxiu could not help stepping forward and lifting a cup of Sunset Red Dust, taking a small sip.
She pursed her lips, her brows knitting slightly as though she were carefully distinguishing the flavors within.
A moment later, she raised her head and looked toward some spot in the empty air, the corner of her mouth curving upward as she asked with a half-smile, "You there, what do you think of this wine?"
No one answered from the empty corner. Only a solitary lamp swayed gently in the wind.
Tang Feng gave a bitter smile and lowered his head to look at the amber spirit wine in his jade cup. Its surface reflected his own face, tinged with helplessness.
He took a deep breath as if making some sort of decision, then raised the cup and took a sip.
The instant the wine entered his throat, he froze.
First came an icy chill, like the first cold gust of a winter morning slipping down his collar, making him shudder.
Then warmth rose from