The best restaurant atop the Cloud Palace.
With its tall buildings and the Chenzhuo River nearby, it's naturally the best location.
The highest outdoor seating area in the restaurant offers a view of the entire Yunque area, with the wind blowing through the air.
When Song Tingwan came up, the graceful movements of her wrist made her squint and feel a sense of familiarity.
"What's wrong?" the man asked, turning to the side.
"This place looks familiar."
Looking at Shen Zhuochuan beside her, her memories resurfaced.
"This is...the place you promised to show me how to wield a gun, isn't it?"
I still vividly remember the man's proud demeanor as he faced the wind.
Shen Zhuochuan's eyes softened. "It's here."
The two whispered to each other, but made no attempt to hide it from the others.
They sat down, suppressing their laughter.
We ordered good wine and food, and finally we could sit down and have a proper chat.
Baili Xijiang was the first to exclaim, "My master and sister's mother are gods, so am I related to them?"
If it is the prototype of the black dragon, then its tail must be sticking up high, just like the tail of its voice.
"You've managed to get in touch with them," Qin Xi said, glancing at him with a hint of jealousy.
However, she is no less impressive; her best friend's mother should also be addressed as "Auntie."
It's a pity I didn't get a chance to speak with my aunt earlier.
“If A Yao goes to Xingyuan, then I will follow Wan’er to collect merit.” Wan Qiji said in a deep voice, stating his decision.
He couldn't get into Xingyuan.
Shen Zhuochuan nodded in agreement. He had already made a promise to Wan'er that he would accompany her on her travels.
"I told my father before I left, leaving the sect affairs to him and my cousin. I'm going to venture out on my own." Qin Xi shrugged at them generously; this time she was ready.
Her father also said that the sect was not a shackle weighing on her.
Her father is still alive, so it's not her place to take responsibility.
Qin Xi was moved; her father personally saw her off as she left.
Baili Xijiang goes without saying; ever since Song Tingwan's sacrifice and resurrection, he has never left Song Tingwan's side.
He was not the Dragon Clan's Baili Dansheng at all; he was completely the little tail of the Sleeping Goddess.
Song Siyao and Fengye laughed on the side.
Song Tingwan looked at her sister with concern, "I'll take you to the entrance of Xingyuan then."
Everyone was by her side, leaving her younger sister all alone.
Song Siyao, however, was quite pleased. "With them by my side, I feel more at ease."
After all, her elder sister mainly cultivated alchemy, and although she had countless protective magic treasures, she was always worried about her.
"You're starting to worry about me now."
Song Tingwan tapped her forehead.
She was also very worried about her younger sister, Xingyuan, who was in danger.
"Haha, now that you're all gone, this old man will live a life of debauchery in Yunque."
Just then, the food and wine were brought up by the servants.
Feng Ye leisurely enjoyed the gentle breeze, gazing at the bustling Cloud Palace Peak in his sight, and drank heartily.
It's more interesting to be a person.
Drinking and practicing swordplay, one can feel the warmth of the wind and the sun coming towards them.
This meal.
Fengye ate with a somewhat ferocious expression.
It must have been holding back a lot of frustration inside the legendary jade.
It's as if they're trying to make up for it all at once.
And the others.
Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi still couldn't hold their liquor.
Perhaps worried about important matters, the two drank rather politely.
"What's wrong with you two? This isn't like you at all."
Song Tingwan took a sip of the sweet wine and looked at her apprentice and Qin Yuanyuan, who were sipping it slowly, and found it quite strange.
Shen Zhuochuan stood aside with a faint smile and remained silent.
Baili Xijiang glanced at him and muttered, "My uncle said that if I get drunk, he'll throw me off this cliff."
Everyone looked up at the top floor of the restaurant, which seemed to be suspended in mid-air, and burst into laughter.
Qin Xi stood aside and chuckled awkwardly.
Shen Zhuochuan wouldn't discipline her; he was speaking to Baili Xijiang, but she was still frightened.
If Baili Xijiang were thrown in, she wouldn't suffer any consequences other than losing face. But she's a fragile weapon refiner; if she were thrown in, she'd lose half her life.
Be honest and drink in moderation.
The two of them were so frightened they were like quails.
But... it only lasted for a short while.
Once they were tipsy, the two started arguing again.
They stood arm in arm by the railing, shouting invitations to the passersby below to come up and have a drink.
Song Tingwan rubbed her forehead and said to Chen Zhuochuan, "You're still drunk."
Shen Zhuochuan laughed and raised his glass to her, "I knew it would be useless."
"Then why are you scaring them?"
"At least it's not like before, where everyone got drunk right at the start of the banquet."
He went from being drunk and disorderly the whole time to being drunk and disorderly for half the time.
Song Tingwan chuckled softly, "Hmm, you've improved."
He raised his cup, a smile on his face, and drank.
Song Siyao and Wan Qiji sat casually to the side, each with a glass of wine. They clinked glasses in tacit understanding, drank, and then refilled their glasses.
"According to Senior Fengye, Fusheng was created when he was drunk. Shall we give it a try?"
Wan Qiji pondered the wine in his cup, lost in thought.
Song Siyao raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"They love drinking, and that's how they have their moments of enlightenment. You and I are different."
Fool.
Song Siyao withdrew his gaze, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Instead of thinking about these things, let's just have a straightforward fight."
She put down her glass and picked up the glass, her intoxication mixed with a sense of anticipation.
But this time, surprisingly, Wanqiji did not agree.
With a hint of red showing through his dark skin, Wan Qiji shook his head seriously, "No, I don't want to fight today."
“You’ve become lax.” Song Siyao looked at him disapprovingly.
Wan Qiji sat there, the giant sword behind him pressed against the ground, standing tall.
He honestly shook his head, "Today's drinking is a rare opportunity. After you go to Xingyuan, we will travel with Wan'er. I don't know when we will meet again."
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