After what felt like hours, Mo Jing took a reluctant sip, and Li Meirong echoed his action with a sip of her own.
"It is very good," Mo Jing exclaimed with a smile. "No wonder my Grandmaster has been asking for your recipes. Perhaps you would have done even better for yourself in my division."
"Perhaps." Li Meirong laughed softly. "But then I would not have been so fortunate as to encounter my familiars. I trust them with my life, you know? I agree with those who dare say spirit beasts are better companions than men, as they are loyal to a fault and would never betray their masters."
Mo Jing was quiet, staring at the steam wafting up from his cup with the utmost fascination.
"What do I know of familiars?" he muttered finally. "My affinity is with plants. My companions are the herbs and flowers in my garden. If I have shown you my garden, then I have shown you my wealth."
