After closing up the shop, Qianji lifted the door curtain and headed toward the back courtyard. By then, a layer of fluffy snow had already covered the roof and the courtyard ground. Under the gloomy light of dusk, it looked even colder and more desolate.
As Qianji entered the back courtyard, he saw lamplight glowing in Li Yan's room. Since the door had not been shut, pale yellow light slanted out through the doorway, forming a long, oblique strip of light and shadow from the door all the way into the courtyard.
The snow on the ground within that strip of light had also turned goose-yellow. The snowflakes still drifting endlessly from the sky seemed to become even more disorderly and mottled after entering the light...
With light, brisk steps, Qianji walked toward the door. Early that morning, Li Yan had said that he would personally cook that evening, and then the two of them would have a few drinks. This had made Qianji, who had been about to go open the shop, pause in surprise.
Most of the time, neither of them ate or drank. Though cultivators would occasionally indulge their appetites, they would generally go to taverns, where the spirit wine and spirit fruits were more plentiful, and the demonic beast meat was cooked far more deliciously.
Li Yan, however, had almost no interest in such things. Although Qianji was in Saint Demon City, his days were likewise filled to the brim with city affairs, leaving him unable to remember to visit a tavern either.
Why had Li Yan suddenly wanted to eat and drink today? And this master of his had even said he would cook personally. Qianji had been utterly puzzled at the time.
Still, he was quite clever. Guessing that today must be some special