Beneath the golden millet, in the little courtyard.
Xuanming was taken aback, then understanding dawned on him.
He had never imagined that Immortal Huangliang was the Dream Tapirs' ancestor. So the Dream Tapir Clan and the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master shared such a connection.
Yes, the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master!
The youth in the tale of the golden millet dream, the Imperial Preceptor of the Great Sheng Divine Dynasty, was none other than the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master.
Xuanming drained his tea in silence.
The relationship between the Demon Race of the Heaven-Piercing Mountain Range and Great Xuan was a delicate one.
He would listen to this story without asking questions.
Dream Epiphyllum's willingness to reveal her clan's connection to the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master was already a gesture of sincerity.
To press her further would be to spurn her kindness.
Xuanming's reaction pleased Dream Epiphyllum.
Once she finished recounting the golden millet dream, she dispensed with small talk and went straight to the point. Solemnly taking a jade wine jar from her sleeve, she placed it before Xuanming and explained:
"Long ago, our ancestor brewed three jars of Golden Millet Wine. One went to that youth, while the other two have remained in our clan's treasury ever since.
After a thousand years in storage, this jar's effects and flavor should both have risen to new heights. Please accept it as my daughter's gift for taking her as your disciple.
I earnestly hope you won't refuse."
Xuanming's heart thundered like a drum.
Ever since she began speaking of the golden millet dream, he had had a premonition. Seeing Dream Epiphyllum actually produce Golden Millet Wine instantly stirred his desire.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist. It would be discourteous of me to refuse."
He did not put on a show of declining