That is, the one she tasted today and said was delicious.
She set up a small table in front of her, struggling to pour herself a drink, but the man took it from her.
"You really want to drink?"
Chen Zhuochuan spoke in a deep voice, and when he met her smiling eyes, he could see even more clearly the trace of sadness hidden deep in her eyes.
"People always say that getting drunk can cure all your troubles, so I have to give it a try."
He didn't try to persuade her any further, smiled, and filled the jade cup with wine.
A moment later, the two clinked glasses.
One cup after another.
They chatted about everything under the sun, reminiscing about their first meeting and their reunion.
In the end.
Song Tingwan got drunk, a rare occurrence for her.
The wine jar is empty.
Her heart felt empty.
What kind of strength is that? She can't possibly be strong.
"Shen Zhuochuan, I'm destined to only reach the Foundation Establishment stage in this lifetime."
Her eyes were red, her voice was soft and quiet, but tears kept falling silently.
Born into the world of cultivation, how could one not want to ascend to immortality, and how could one not have ambitions for cultivation?
She, Song Tingwan, was just an ordinary person.
The two sat on the swing.
She leaned on Shen Zhuochuan's shoulder.
He let her cry quietly to vent her emotions.
"So what? Even if you're only at the Foundation Establishment stage, you're still a rare genius alchemist in the world."
"If you don't mind, you can also have a Mahayana-stage protector."
Shen Zhuochuan gently pulled her into his arms, tenderly wiped away her tears, and patiently talked to her.
With tears welling in her eyes, she laughed for no reason, "You, a venerable Mahayana master, are going to be my guard?"
"You're disgusted?" he chuckled.
"Will the Dragon Clan agree? Will the Cloud Palace agree?" she asked reproachfully.
Why bother with them?
Song Tingwan laughed.
"But what's the point of having to hide your genius alchemy skills for a lifetime?"
She leaned on his shoulder, tears wetting her eyelashes.
If the death point of both lifetimes occurs again.
How can someone at the Foundation Establishment stage break through this barrier?
To die again?
Ayao and her father couldn't stand it, and neither could her friends.
She couldn't accept it either.
"Song Tingwan, would you be willing to accept a wisp of my divine soul to protect you?"
His sudden words caught her off guard, causing her to look up in surprise.
“You will suffer greatly if your soul is stripped away.”
"If I die, your soul will also be damaged and your cultivation will be unable to advance any further."
However, the advantage is that he can instantly control the wisp of soul when he senses that it is in danger.
It is also to protect her.
"Let me be your last trump card."
Chen Zhuochuan chuckled softly, his gaze resolute.
Love blossomed, and a splendid flower bloomed beside the swing.
The two stared at each other for a long time.
How could Song Tingwan refuse?
For him, for my own heart, and for myself.
"My dragon clan's Shen Zhuochuan swears that the responsibility of this wisp of divine soul is to protect her. If it does anything to harm Song Tingwan, the divine soul will destroy itself."
The oath was made, and thunder roared across the sky.
Song Tingwan's eyes widened slightly.
The regret of not being able to recover remains unresolved.
But the sincere affection of the person before me soothed my gloom.
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