Zhuo Rusui was somewhat baffled. Why are you looking at me? Suddenly, he heard applause from downstairs and walked to the window to look out curiously.
A table stood in the dining hall of the Immortal Abode restaurant. Beside it, a storyteller proclaimed with impassioned fervor, "Yesterday, we spoke of that Plum Gathering more than twenty years ago. The blood plum blossoms in that painting were scattered in countless specks-a truly extraordinary sight. They say His Majesty now keeps that painting in the Imperial Palace, just like that game of chess. By this point in the Dao Battle, everyone knew that Immortal Master Jing Jiu was already without equal. Who could have imagined that, just then, a shocking upheaval would erupt on the Snowfield..."
Naturally, Jing Jiu did not listen to any of this. He entered the room, sat down, and motioned for Gu Qing to serve him a bowl of white soup.
Somewhat surprised, Gu Qing hurriedly ladled out the soup, skimming away the foam so thoroughly that not a single drop of oil remained.
Liu S sui noticed this detail and was deeply impressed.
Jing Jiu occasionally drank tea but rarely ate. Even when accompanying Zhao Layue for hotpot, he would at most pick out a single green vegetable. Having soup served to drink, as he did today, was exceedingly rare. It showed that he really was in a good mood, not because One-Thatch Studio had promised to remain neutral in the struggle for the throne, but because of Brother Li's marriage.
In Chan Buddhism, bringing about another person's marriage was considered a meritorious deed, and both he and his Senior Brother had been greatly influenced by Fruitful Accomplishment Temple in this regard.
The soup in the bowl was milky white and looked exceptionally rich, yet had no