Afterward, a giant bird descended from the sky, landing upon a massive rock. The whistling wind raised by its fall caused several Flower Spirits to tumble in disarray, one of which was accidentally blown into the wine, struggling to flap its wings in a bid to climb out.
Seeing this, Chu Ning flicked his finger, and the Flower Spirit floated up from the liquid, landing in the palm of his hand, only to flap its wings frantically and fly away in the next moment.
Watching the Flower Spirit in his palm shake off a drop of wine from its wings, Chu Ning also smiled, and took a seat on a tree stump at the invitation of the elder.
In front of the stump was a wooden table, laden with wild fruits from the mountains, brought by various spirits and filling most of the table.
An hour later, more and more spirits appeared, lacking the hospitality afforded to Chu Ning, sitting directly on the ground.
