"Hmph, didn't I tell you my cooking skills are even better than my cultivation talent?
Last time when I was refining some local elixirs, even those High Priests didn't dare to try them. But look at you, you've got good taste!"
Sylvia was clearly delighted by the high praise she received. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she beamed with pride.
"Well, I'll be heading out now. You've worked hard teaching the disciples, so don't overdo it, okay?" she said, her tone full of concern.
After offering her gentle reminder, Sylvia finally turned around, satisfied, and gracefully made her way back to the Sky Sanctuary.
But behind her, Timothy, who had just taken a sip of the lemon tea, suddenly coughed violently, as if he'd been struck by a heavy blow. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Other men spoil their wives with money. Spoiling my wife? It's practically a death sentence!
