"Children shouldn't drink alcohol!"

Qin Luo said with a serious expression.

The bald middle-aged man poured a bowl of wine and handed it to Qin Luo, saying, "Daoist, our rice wine is very sweet and won't make you drunk. Even children can drink it. You can try it."

Qin Luo took the bowl, took a bite, and said with a smile, "What the boss said was indeed true."

"I want to drink too!"

The little dumpling is holding up a small gourd.

Qin Luo poured the remaining rice wine from the bowl into Xiao Tuanzi's gourd, saying, "This is enough for you."

The little dumpling shook the gourd filled with rice wine and grinned, "Boss, how much?"

"This bowl of wine is on me, it's free," the bald middle-aged man laughed heartily.

The little dumpling said seriously, "The boss taught me not to take advantage of others."

"Then I'll give you one coin."

"Thank you, boss."

The little girl handed a copper coin to the bald middle-aged man, then picked up the gourd, took a sip of rice wine, and immediately beamed, "So sweet! It's so delicious!"

Qin Luo chuckled and joked, "If you eat less, you can buy a few more pairs of new shoes."

"I'd rather go barefoot and eat more delicious food." The little dumpling stuffed the gourd back in, then shook it, enjoying the sound of the liquid clinking together.

Qin Luo took out his golden gourd to drink water, but the little dumpling held up her gourd and said with a sweet smile, "Big brother, let's have a drink!"

"OK!"

Qin Luo lowered the gourd in his hand.

Thump!

The two gourds bumped together.

Pop!

The little dumpling opened the gourd, took a sip of wine, and grinned from ear to ear, "So refreshing!"

As night fell, Qin Luo and Xiao Tuanzi left Green Willow Town and headed towards the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, with Qingfeng and Mingyue guiding their way.

The area around the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty is a plain.

Late at night, the little dumpling pointed into the distance and exclaimed, "Boss, that mountain is so tall!"

Qin Luo gazed at the shadows in the distance and said softly, "That's not a mountain, that's a city wall!"

"City walls?"

The little dumpling's eyes widened.

When they reached the vicinity of the city wall, it was still dark. There were two long lines outside the city, one for merchants and the other for ordinary people.

Qin Luo, with his little dumpling at the back of the line, noticed that there were cultivators in the queue. Even powerful cultivators had to wait in line to enter the city.

The little dumpling stood in front of Qin Luo, gazing at the impossibly high city wall, and scratched her head. "Boss, why was this city wall built so high?"

Qin Luo stared at the city wall. He could sense that the city wall was similar to the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace, possessing extremely strong defensive capabilities. "It is probably intended to resist powerful enemies."

"Why not just fly there?"

Standing in front of the little dumpling, the old man in brocade robes turned around with a smile, "The capital city wall has eight sides, which can withstand winds from all eight directions. Even the wind cannot get over the city wall."

"Really?!"

The little dumpling was a bit suspicious.

As they spoke, the rising sun pierced through the clouds, and the little girl saw a figure high on the city wall that blotted out the sun. She recognized that figure all too well, “Vermilion Bird?”

The old man in brocade robes smiled and said, "Young lady, I didn't expect you to know about the Vermilion Bird Gate. This gate is the Vermilion Bird Gate, but ordinary people cannot enter the city without an application."

The little dumpling raised its head, its face full of pride, and said, "We were invited by Her Highness the Princess. If it weren't for giving her face, we wouldn't bother coming here."

"Disrespect, disrespect!"

Upon seeing Qin Luo's otherworldly demeanor, the old man in brocade robes quickly cupped his hands in a respectful bow and said, "I am Xie An from Jinling City. I greet the Immortal Master and the Little Fairy Maiden."

Qin Luo smiled and returned the greeting, "No need for formalities, sir. I am Qin Luo from Longhu Temple, and this is Xiao Tuanzi."

The old man in brocade robes said warmly, "Immortal Master, I do business in the capital and own a house. If you don't mind, you can stay at my house and rest."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. We have a place to stay." Qin Luo politely declined, not wanting to cause trouble for the elderly man he had just met.

The city gates opened.

People from outside the city gradually entered the city.

In the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, there is a Supreme Temple, a place where people offer incense. In the high building deep inside the temple, a girl in a purple dress stands by the window, playing a bamboo flute. The melodious flute music echoes throughout the temple.

Hua Ying's long hair was tied up high with peach branches. She put down her bamboo flute and watched the sunrise. She hadn't seen such bright sunshine in a long time, as if she had returned to Longhu Temple.