The Great Xia Dynasty.
Only after the sun had set, and he had spent a long while drinking with the Great Xia Emperor and the others, did Fang Yang board a divine carriage with Xia Yilin and Xia Yiming and head for the Eastern Wasteland.
The bright moon hung high.
At Yao Guang Sacred Land, the people who had once gathered at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion met again. Yao Xi personally made all the arrangements with her usual poise, then left the summit of Yang Peak to the five guests. Despite their attempts to persuade her to stay, she departed.
"This time, there's no Drunken Immortal Brew from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. Just a little homemade rice wine. It won't get you very drunk."
"And there are no exquisite delicacies, either. Just a few dishes made with Golden Crow meat. I hope you won't hold it against me, Brother Yuekong."
Fang Yang filled a cup and set it before the purple-robed man beside him. The wine was clear and bright, with a fine, even bloom on its surface. It had been brewed primarily from the finest Dragon Tooth Rice, supplemented with various spiritual herbs.
At the center of the table stood dishes made from the Saint Realm Golden Crow meat the Yaochi Saintess had brought. Never mind their color, aroma, and taste; the vital essence rising from them was so dense it formed a golden mist. That alone made them treasures capable of tempting a Dao-Slaying King. "You're too courteous, Brother Fang. What right have I to be picky when I'm eating and drinking for free?"
Yao Yuekong gave a wry smile.
Of the four people besides Fang Yang, Xia Yiming and his sister needed no mention, while the Yaochi Saintess had brought Golden Crow flesh. He alone had no