"Warm sunshine, gentle breezes... if only I had a cup of wine too."
In the backyard of A Loving Family Peak, beneath the shade cast by a large tree's branches, Chu Xingchen lay in a rocking chair, with juice pressed from spirit fruit beside him.
Spiritual energy evaporated from it, and the branches of the tree behind Chu Xingchen swayed, as though the tree had savored it all.
Spirit fruit was rarely juiced fresh. The reason was simple: without the protection of its outer skin, the spiritual power within would evaporate.
Moreover, at least half the spiritual power in spirit fruit was contained in the flesh.
Doing this already amounted to eating half and throwing half away.
But Chu Xingchen was indeed entitled to eat half and throw half away now, and no one accused him of being wasteful.
Xie Lingyu was keeping Chu Xingchen company at his side. Hearing this, she frowned and poked his cheek, saying unhappily:
"You said you wanted to come out for some air, and I allowed it. Now you dare ask for wine?"
"Lord Lingyu, it's not as though I've been reduced to a mortal with no cultivation whatsoever. I'm still a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator. Put me on any of the other Four Great Continents, and I'd be a Nascent Soul patriarch. Could a little breeze give me a cold? Drinking wine would be a piece of cake."
As Chu Xingchen spoke, he raised his brows, then suddenly lowered his voice:
"Yan Yun told me where Lü Xuan hid the Spring Warmth. With your status, no one would question you. Why don't you fetch some for me? Drinking together beneath the flowers would be terribly romantic."
Looking somewhat helpless, Xie Lingyu gently stroked Chu Xingchen's forehead.
"We don't need to drink beneath the