Grand Finale Banquet, the Heavy-Sinking Bow, Bow Full as the Moon, Unrivaled Grace!

Li Xian added charcoal to the fire and tied the Flame-Swallowing Treasure Pouch around his waist. He thought his sister was right: taking a separate path might reach the destination faster, but it could not compare to the open brightness of the great road. He took a sip of Venomous Yang Wine, secretly played a drunken melody to disperse the wine's nature and absorb its medicinal power. His Intent-Qi soared, his hot blood surged. Seeing that it was still early, he drew his sword and practiced martial arts with Tao Xiangrong, training in Dreamwalking Swordplay. The swordplay was misty and illusory, like a dream yet like reality. Li Xian sent forth a stroke of Dream-Returning Awakening, carrying considerable charm. It gave one the dazed feeling of suddenly waking from a dream, making its lingering sword momentum difficult to resist.

This swordplay concerned dreams. There had once been an extraordinary martial art in the martial world called the Dream Scripture, and it might have threads upon threads of connection with this swordplay. The two practiced until the Hour of the Ox, drenched in sweat. Then they went together for a medicinal bath in Nirvana Soup, absorbing its endless medicinal power. Naturally, there was no lack of playful frolicking.

By the third and fourth days, Li Xian and Tao Xiangrong were inseparable, glued together like lacquer and glue, never apart for even a moment. Every day, they rose at the Hour of the Dragon, practiced martial arts, wandered the gardens, climbed mountains to their peaks, and attended the grand auctions. Their private rooms were separated only by a curtain, and the two could not help growing bolder. During the first auction on the third day, Li Xian added another layer of amusement. He used a strip of colorful silk to blindfold Tao