Zi Yan's tiny body carried Han Yue, who was bigger than herself, on her shoulder. The sight looked rather ridiculous!
Han Yue, flying rapidly while slung over those tiny shoulders, could not help but smile bitterly. This treatment while flying was truly worlds apart from Lin Dong's.
As their destination drew nearer, Han Yue's heart grew restless. Part of her wanted to see her, while another part did not.
It was the first time she had experienced such complicated emotions.
Xiao Yi Xian was still brewing medicinal wine. She had reached the most crucial step, and also the final one.
Zi Yan carried Han Yue down to the ground and said with a smile, "Dragon Sister, I'm back!"
Xiao Yi Xian naturally heard the movement and gave a soft "Mm." The flame in her hand continued heating while her soul power maintained constant control.
Han Yue looked at that familiar figure, her feelings a tangled mess. Though she did not understand the shabby Mask, for some reason, she felt that the original face lay beneath it.
The rich, mellow fragrance of medicinal wine drifted outward. Seeing this, Xiao Yi Xian understood that it was just the right time to finish. She gently lifted her Mask, revealing her crimson lips as she took a tiny sip.
Her eyes became slightly unfocused. Such delicious wine truly deserved to be called perfect—it had been brewed by her, after all!
Xiao Yi Xian removed her Mask. Strands of beautiful hair fluttered through the air, revealing a breathtaking Pheobe-like face. Even Han Yue was stunned. Although they were both women, she had to admit...
"Xiao Yi Xian is really beautiful!"
Whoosh!
Xiao Yi Xian pressed two fingers together, and the Wine Gourd appeared atop the ancient cauldron. With a pinch of her Dou Qi hand