After watching for a while, the elegantly dressed young man stood up, went downstairs, paid the bill, and left.
No one noticed his departure.
"Honored guests, here is the Ninefold Rosy Cup you ordered."
A maid in a purple qipao approached, carrying a white jade flask. The liquor inside swayed faintly, and colorful rays of light shone through the thin jade walls, making it look quite wondrous.
It was a flask of liquor with special effects built in.
"Were these outfits of yours designed by Yuan too?" Xu Xing asked.
The qipao-clad maid was taken aback.
Guests who came here asked about the liquor, about the little stories the Drunken Immortal Sect had deliberately spread to raise its profile, and even about how to get in touch with them...
Ahem!
But she had never had anyone ask this question before.
At least, she had never encountered one.
"Yes, the qipao was designed by the Holy Emperor."
This fellow from back home sure knew how to have fun.
"Thank you for telling me."
"You're too kind."
After Xu Xing finished asking, Yuanjun sent the maid away, then poured the wine for him herself.
The crystalline liquor flowed into the cups, rippling with colorful rays of light. Its delicate, refreshing aroma was so soothing that merely smelling it left one feeling clear-headed and carefree.
A faint screen of light appeared around the two of them, keeping the aroma from spreading.
"It's been three thousand two hundred and sixty-five years since I last shared a table and drinks with you, Daoist Brother," Yuanjun said softly.
Xu Xing lifted his cup. At her words, he paused, scenes from that time flashing through his mind.
"Indeed, it's been over three thousand years..." Xu Xing took a sip. The taste was sweet and mellow. "If you