Jingjing gazed at the scene before him until the last golden lotus slowly closed its petals. Only then did Wang Xian let out a breath.
He pulled out the purple-gold gourd and took a swig. Then he waved his hand, and in an instant, spiritual wine rained down from the night sky, sprinkling over the golden lotuses.
After a moment's thought, he shouted, "Everyone, have some wine..."
As soon as the words left his mouth, spiritual rain began to fall from the vast canopy of the osmanthus tree, mingling with the wine and nourishing the six golden lotuses on the ground.
After a moment's thought, he waved his hand and collected the last golden lotus.
There were more people than food in the imperial city, and he wasn't an immortal... He'd finally stumbled upon a rare, once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. He had to find a way to let everyone share in the bounty.
He burned the flower and lotus bones to ash and stored them in a treasure box.
No one knew what he was thinking. Wang Xian didn't want to explain himself to anyone except his senior brother—not even the head of the Academy or the blacksmith.
He had given his last spiritual wine to his teacher, Old Man Sun, and to the head of the Academy.
As for the blacksmith, not only had he drunk the spiritual wine, he had also been given the Heaven-Suppressing Divine Sword. Wang Xian hoped the blacksmith would spend eight or ten years forging a sword fit for the mortal world.
Even if, not long after that, he would have to wander the martial world alone again.
Just as he'd bid farewell to his master in Huiwen City last time and set out alone, he would still find himself beneath the stars, in the spring