Looking at the gleaming white wine bowl before him, the servant stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, almost petrified, unable to utter a word.

"Click, click..."

"Ouch, it's cold...so cold..."

At this moment, the Buddha, who had been excited, suddenly turned white, then turned green, then blue, and finally his entire body was covered with a layer of frost!

He's about to turn into an ice statue!

What happened?

Upon seeing this, Murong Qin, the God of Fire, stepped forward without saying a word and enveloped the entire body of the Salt Buddha in flames. She had to turn the fire up to its maximum power to barely control the freezing trend.

What's going on?

Even the most carefree person wouldn't dare drink anymore, and they all looked at the servant with suspicion, asking, "You...you didn't poison it, did you?"

Recalling the ungrateful behavior of these people when they entered the city, they felt that this guess was very reasonable.

"I'm innocent! You are all the most distinguished people. How could I, a lowly person, dare to poison you?"

Upon hearing this, the servant was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, crying with a wronged expression, "He drank it before I finished speaking, and he drank the whole bowl! It's no wonder it froze! You can't blame me for this!"

"Um?"

The doubts on everyone's faces did not disappear, and they continued to ask, "Then explain yourself clearly, what exactly happened?"

"This osmanthus wine appears clear and sweet, but it is formed from the essence of tens of thousands of years. The essence of the moon is cold, and osmanthus is naturally cold as well. This osmanthus wine, in particular, is imbued with a terrifyingly cold and yin energy."

The servant quickly took out a brown leaf from his pocket. It was dry and looked withered. He explained, "Although drinking it is said to be extremely beneficial to human cultivation, drinking it directly will cause your whole body to freeze like this young master's."

"What about the people with the ice attribute?" Chunhu Siqiong asked.

"If someone with the ice attribute drank it, of course this wouldn't happen."

The servant said, grinding the leaves in his hand into powder, "As for people of other attributes, if they want to drink osmanthus wine, they must add this roasted osmanthus leaf powder to neutralize its coldness."

"Oh, I see. Why didn't you say so earlier?"

The man's explanation was very reasonable and everyone could accept it. They were tired of seeing that the Buddha was almost frozen to death, so they quickly ordered the servant to thaw him out of the cold.

The servant, fearing responsibility for any mishap, obediently ran off to rescue the person.

Sure enough, after drinking a cup of osmanthus leaf powder tea, the icy condition of the Buddha statue immediately disappeared.

However, his monk's robes were completely soaked.

"Phew, that really scared this old monk to death."

At this moment, the Buddha, weary of the situation, finally let out a deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

He discovered that his sleeves were wet, so he turned to Murong Qin and asked her to help him dry his clothes with fire.

Since they had already spoken, Murong Qin did not refuse.

The warm flames enveloped him, and for the first time, he felt incredibly at ease.

For a moment, he thought he was going to freeze to death; he had never felt death so close to him.

"Who told you to be a monk who loves to drink, and to be so greedy too?"

Chunhu Siqiong didn't pity him at all. She took the osmanthus powder, put some into the wine bowl, and took a big gulp.