"Brother, I think I've realized something,"
Chu Xin, who had drunk two large bowls, suddenly spoke.
"Sister, what have you realized?"
Chu Chen, while drinking soup, asked curiously.
"You will know in a moment."
Chu Xin sat down cross-legged on the spot and closed her eyes.
Chu Chen scratched his head, appearing somewhat puzzled. Why did Sister stop drinking after just two bowls today? Could it be that the soup was not well prepared?
"Has she had an epiphany?"
The cultivators looked at Chu Xin, who was sitting cross-legged, their eyes flickering with a sharp gleam.
"Little fellow Daoists, may I try a sip? I'll exchange a Holy Artifact for just a taste,"
finally, a Martial Saint at his peak couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, yes, young fellow Daoists, we will trade Holy Artifacts for a taste. Please, let us have a sip,"
The cultivators also reacted one by one, speaking up eagerly.
