In the Evil God Temple, Ji Dong skillfully washed a cylindrical glass, then dried the water droplets on it. Next, he added ice cubes and used an iron pick to turn them around the inside of the glass a few times.
In an instant, a layer of cold white mist formed on the glass. Ji Dong poured out the ice, then took out a metal shaker, added orange juice and ice, and sealed it.
Then he raised it in both hands and shook it. The sound of ice and liquid clattering against the sides came from inside.
Finally, Ji Dong poured the orange juice into the cylindrical glass in front of him. The distinct pieces of fruit swirled inside as he slid the glass over to Chen Ming'er and said, "Enjoy."
"Thank you."
Chen Ming'er thanked him, took the glass, and began to drink. Really, all he had to do was pour in the orange juice and chill it with ice elemental power, but Ji Dong had a professional's habits.
After all, he thought up new ways to mix drinks for Lie Yan every day, and it had become second nature. He'd almost grabbed a bottle of liquor instead of the orange juice just then.
"Little Ming'er, do you have any relatives who might know you at home? Maybe we could help you look for them or something."
Ji Dong thought that the child's parents must be frantic after losing someone so young. With the authority they wielded as God Kings, finding someone would be easy.
"My parents left when I was very young, and they never came back. As for relatives? Um... I don't think I have any. At least, I've never met any relatives in all the time I've been alive."
Chen Ming'er shook her head. Ever since