Drizzle at dusk filled the air with the fresh, moist fragrance of exotic flora.
Within these three days, the renowned cultivators from the various martial arts sects who had passed out drunk in the Night Hall gradually regained sobriety.
The Sanqing Wine was incredibly potent. After sleeping for three days, although their bodies still felt weak and lacked strength, the wine's lingering effect was deeply nourishing, and their Divine Mansions brimmed with uninterrupted Spiritual Power.
Awakening from their slumber, three days had passed by unknowingly; it was as if they had cultivated for thirty years, with their cultivation growing by leaps and bounds, how could they not be delighted? They only regretted not having extra mouths to drink more celestial brew during the banquet.
In the guest room's side hall, the door creaked open, revealing Ying Xiu, impeccably attired with a sword hanging at his waist and proceeding to step out at a leisurely pace.
