She tipped her head back and poured the wine from the cup into her mouth in one gulp. Smacking her red lips, she was just about to say, "Nothing special," when...
She froze.
The wine cup remained cradled in her hands, but she stood as if someone had cast a immobilization spell on her, utterly motionless.
After a long while, she finally muttered to herself, her voice carrying a hazy sense of being separated from another lifetime:
She murmured, "I feel like... I've returned to my youth."
"So it really is like this?"
The instant Li Xiangxiang raised the cup and took a sip... her eyes lit up.
It was not the gleam of "this wine tastes good," but a light bursting forth from the depths of her soul, as though someone had lit a lamp within her.
Immediately after, the spiritual energy throughout her body surged out like a river bursting through its banks, roiling endlessly around her and making her cry out in shock:
"This wine?"
Bao Xiaoqin widened her eyes curiously. "Mistress Li, why is steam coming off your head?"
Today was the Beginning of Winter. The cold wind howled and snowflakes swirled. Even with Li Xiangxiang's exceptional cultivation, she would not start steaming after drinking a mere cup of ordinary spirit wine.
Unless that cup of Spring Flowers, Autumn Dew contained an unimaginably terrifying amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy!
Holy shit!
At that thought, Bao Xiaoqin jumped in fright.
She recalled the night she had broken through. It had been agony that tore at her heart and lungs, yet also a transformation that remade her from the very bones. She could not help murmuring:
"You're not... going to break through here, are you?"
Li Xiangxiang did not answer.
Because at that moment, she was