The old man grinned and said softly, "Girl, those three cups of spirit wine might be worth a hundred years of hard cultivation."
Wang Furong was stunned into silence.
Looking at her younger brother, still as unruffled as a drifting cloud and flowing water, she couldn't help letting out a faint sigh.
She murmured, "So be it. From now on, I'll leave Haotian's affairs to you..."
Wang Xian rubbed his forehead. This time, he didn't beat around the bush.
He came right out with some of the truth. "Besides, Duanmu Xi might not be a bad person. Maybe Haotian would be better off with her than with either of us. Even if trouble finds him one day, as long as I'm around, I'll help him through it. Li Yu will do the same."
After two cups of spirit wine, Wang Furong's cheeks had turned faintly red.
She gave a gentle nod and looked at the cup in her hands. "Thank you."
Wang Xian sighed and gave a bitter smile. "To be honest, if you'd asked me for spirit wine last month, I really would've refused... Some things happened so long ago that I'd forgotten about them. I'd even forgotten I still had a treasure that could bring you some joy..."
Wang Furong let out a soft sigh.
Under their watchful eyes, she silently drank the third cup of spirit wine.
Huangfu Xuanyuan reached out to take her hand and suddenly cried out in surprise. "Wang Xian, go prepare a room."
Spiritual energy surged through the young woman's meridians, while her life force grew so dense it seemed to solidify... It was clearly a sign that she was about to break through.
Wang Xian smiled. "You can rest in my master's room. I just tidied it up."
With that, he rose