In a tavern named "Fengying".
The table was a lavish spread of enticing dishes and delicacies.
Amber-like glistening pork knuckles, jade-like fresh stir-fried vegetables, crispy golden fried fish, and plates of fresh and appetizing pickles...
The fragrance wafted everywhere, tempting the appetite.
However, Er Liang was just silently gnawing on her dry rations.
Sitting across from her, Luo Wanqing, a bit helpless, propped her chin and sighed, inadvertently letting her sleeve slip down to reveal an arm as delicate as exquisitely carved mutton-fat jade, so translucent it seemed you might discern the subtle pulsing of veins...
The patrons at the nearby tables stared wide-eyed, swallowing their saliva one after another.
"In this world between heaven and earth, saying one thing, hearing another is what connects you to your destiny. As long as you understand reason, can speak wisely, and are willing to listen, that's not bad."
