Who Paints the Eyebrows of the Devoted Lovers - Cold emerald in the misty light, still fearing the fragrant season might slip away unseen

The day after the Lord of the Clouds revealed the secrets of Ghost Spirit Abyss to everyone, Xing Yan spent the entire day helping the others sharpen their weapons and ready their mounts, so busy he scarcely knew which way to turn. Only toward evening, when his tasks eased a little, did he steal a moment to go with Qiong Rong to Lingyi's tent and beg a cup of tea to quench his thirst.

Perhaps he really was too thirsty. Once inside Lingyi's gauzy tent, he accepted the Biluochun Tea she handed him without pausing to savor it. He blew away a few wisps of steam, tipped back his head, and drained all the green, glossy tea in the White Jade Porcelain Cup in a few loud gulps.

Seeing how thirsty he was, Ling Yier handed Qiong Rong the fragrant tea she had just brewed, then went to the tea cabinet beside her, took out a larger cup, and brewed another helping for Xing Yan.

When she handed Xing Yan his second cup and saw that he was drinking more slowly this time, Ling Yier began chatting idly with him. After a few casual remarks, she suddenly remembered something that had occurred to her during the day and said with a smile, "Xing Yan, I had nothing to do today, so I let my thoughts wander, and I noticed something rather amusing."

"Oh? What is it?" At her words, Xing Yan lowered his cup and waited for her to continue.

"Well, Xing Yan, I was thinking today that Chaos and the Spirit Mother, whom Grandfather spoke of yesterday, really are mortal enemies."

"Oh? But they already are." Xing Yan was rather puzzled by her remark, but Lingyi went on.

"Yes, but look, Xing Yan. In the first characters of their