A while later, Taishu Jing arrived before a towering pavilion.
It was a very special pavilion, seven stories high and over fifty zhang tall, only slightly shorter than the City Lord's Mansion at the center of Cloud Dream Ancient City. Three large characters were inscribed upon its plaque: Treasure Exchange Pavilion.
Moreover, the plaque had been carved from precious Spirit Tree wood, with faint spiritual energy winding around it. This would keep it intact for a hundred years. The Treasure Exchange Pavilion truly lived up to its wealth and extravagance.
"Jing, Mother said you can't drink alcohol," Little White said, blinking.
"Cough, cough... Mother?" Taishu Jing choked.
"What's wrong?" Little White looked at him in confusion.
"Nothing, nothing."
Taishu Jing hurriedly shook his head. He had known that Mother had such intentions before, but he had not expected it to happen so quickly. She had probably kept it from him alone; even Taishu Yun and Little Fire likely knew about it.
"Jing, do you like drinking?" Little White asked again.
"Ahaha, Little White, that... is just one of my little hobbies. Is there anything you want, Little White? I can buy it for you later."
After making a slight attempt at concealment, Taishu Jing changed the subject. He planned to win Little White over, so she would not follow Mother's instructions and keep an eye on him.
"Jing, are you worried that I won't let you drink?" Little White saw straight through him.
"Uh, hehe, Little White, your eyes are as sharp as torches."
With Little White exposing what he was thinking, Taishu Jing scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. Still, Little White had always spoken this way—blunt and straightforward, never hiding anything in front of him.
"Jing, you can't drink too much," Little White said, raising her head close