(two chapters combined)
Ting Ling took the flagon of wine from Yang Tian’s hand and imitated Yang Tian’s actions, pouring the transparent wine into her mouth.
“PFFT”
Just as Yang Tian expected, when Ting Ling’s sense of taste reacted, she couldn’t help but spit out the wine.
Ting Ling threw the flagon of wine back to Yang Tian and frowned, “What strange smell is this? It’s not as good as white water.”
Yang Tian only smiled and did not answer.
Every intelligent race would make special drinks and food. Yang Tian was not used to the food and drinks of the beast-controlling race.
Ting Ling looked at the sky and imitated Yang Tian’s earlier appearance. Lying on the soft grass, she stretched her body and sighed, “It’s so good to Be Alive!”
Yang Tian smiled, “No one wants to die. Every living being cultivates in order to live longer.”
