Lishui Palace.
Atop the waterside pavilion.
Jiang Ning glanced at the wine in the flask, then tipped it toward his mouth.
The golden liquid formed a slender thread and fell straight into his mouth.
The instant the wine entered his throat, a cool chill spread from his abdomen, and his Spirit Platform became clear and unclouded.
He immediately felt as though a bright moon had risen in his heart, its cold moonlight bathing his Spirit Platform and washing over his Primordial Spirit.
At that moment, every emotion in his heart subsided into the stillness of an ancient well.
He quietly felt the changes the wine brought as it entered his body.
A moment later.
He opened his eyes and looked at the flask in his hand.
"I really almost forgot about this!"
"Master!" Seeing Jiang Ning regain awareness, Linglong put on a pitiful expression and called softly.
Jiang Ning could not help laughing at the sight.
"You want some too?"
"Yes, yes!" Linglong nodded repeatedly, staring eagerly at the flask in Jiang Ning's hand. Her large eyes were fixed on it, and her throat bobbed slightly.
"Open your mouth!" Jiang Ning said.
Then he raised his hand, drawing a thread of golden wine from the flask into the air.
Linglong hurriedly opened her mouth.
The wine traced an exquisite arc through the air like a golden thread and landed precisely in her slightly parted mouth.
The instant the wine touched her tongue, Linglong shuddered. A rosy flush spread across her cheeks, and a hint of intoxication flickered in her eyes.
"Wonderful wine!" She smacked her lips, then licked their corners, still craving more. Her gaze grew even more eager as she looked at Jiang Ning. "Master, it tastes even better than before. Could I have another sip?"
Jiang Ning raised