The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Inside the Taoist temple, the courtyard is quiet and secluded.

In the center of the courtyard stood an old stone table with a few simple dishes on it.

Stir-fried seasonal vegetables, braised tofu, and a steaming bowl of chicken soup.

The dishes were simple, yet they exuded a warm, homey feel.

Lu Yao carried the last dish out, placed it on the table, wiped her hands, and smiled with her eyes crinkling.

"Empress, Sister Ye Li, Little Sister Xiao Man, please sit down and eat."

"Although it's just simple food, it should taste alright."

Wu Minghuang did not refuse and sat down at the stone table.

She wore a long, crimson-gold dress and sat on the simple stone bench, yet she didn't look out of place at all; on the contrary, she added a touch of nobility to the small courtyard.

Ye Li and Lin Xiaoman exchanged a glance and then sat down.

Lin Xiaoman looked at the simple dishes on the table, then at the can of cola in her hand. After hesitating for a moment, she put the cola away.

Drinking cola in front of the Empress... it just doesn't feel quite right.

Chen Xuan also sat down, right opposite Wu Minghuang.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of tofu, and was just about to put it in his mouth—

"gentlemen."

Wu Minghuang suddenly spoke.

Chen Xuan said calmly, "Young lady, you have mistaken me for someone else. I am really not your holy teacher."

"How long will the Holy Master stay in this Taoist temple?"

Wu Minghuang seemed not to hear him, and asked to herself, "In our past life you left without saying goodbye, will you still avoid me in this life?"

Chen Xuan put down his chopsticks and looked at her.

"I told you, you've mistaken me for someone else."

His voice remained calm, but there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"I am neither your holy teacher nor your spiritual partner."

I don't know you.

A triple denial.

I'm not.

You admit your mistake.

I don't know you.

Lin Xiaoman and Ye Li exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of embarrassment in each other's eyes.

Something seems off about this atmosphere.

Lin Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "Empress, are you really mistaken? Otherwise, why wouldn't the Master admit it?"

She asked the question cautiously, afraid of offending the Empress.

But Wu Minghuang wasn't angry.

Instead, she laughed.

She smiled brightly and calmly, as if she had expected this outcome.

"He's probably afraid I'll eat him up."

Wu Minghuang looked at Chen Xuan, paused, and continued, "If you don't want to admit it, then don't admit it."

"Anyway, the Taoist temple is here, you can't escape."

Chen Xuan:.......

She spoke calmly and confidently.

It was as if Chen Xuancheng's denial was completely unimportant to her.

The important thing is that she made up her mind.

She was convinced that Chen Xuan was her holy teacher.

She had decided that Chen Xuan was her Daoist partner.

This is enough.

Chen Xuan looked at her and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"What makes you so sure I am him?"

"By relying on the formation."

Wu Minghuang answered quickly, "In my previous life, the Holy Master's mastery of array formations was unparalleled throughout history."

"The protective array he set up for Tianfeng City is still in operation, guarding that ancient city."

She looked at Chen Xuan with a serious expression.

"I've seen the great formation you set up in the Falling Clouds Sect in this lifetime."

"Although the methods have been simplified a lot, the principles, formations, and arrangement of the array's core are exactly the same as the methods used by the Holy Master back then."

"In this world, apart from the Holy Master, no one can set up such a formation."

Chen Xuan remained silent.

He simply picked up his chopsticks, took another piece of tofu, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

It was as if what Wu Minghuang said had nothing to do with him.

Wu Minghuang suddenly took out a jade bottle from her storage ring.

The jade bottle was pure white and crystal clear, with fine cloud patterns carved on its surface, gleaming with a warm luster in the morning light.

The bottle stopper was carved from a piece of fine sandalwood into a lifelike phoenix with outstretched wings.

As soon as the jade bottle was taken out, a faint aroma of wine wafted out from its mouth.

The aroma was very unique.

It's not the spiciness of strong liquor, nor the cloying sweetness of fruit wine, but a refreshing aroma with a hint of floral fragrance.

It's like a mountain spring mixed with early spring peach blossoms, or like a secluded orchid in a deep valley mixed with the moonlight of an autumn night.

Just smelling it is enough to invigorate you.

Chen Xuan's hand, which was holding a chopstick, paused.

His gaze fell on the jade bottle.

Then, his eyes brightened slightly.

Although it was only for a moment, Wu Minghuang caught it.

She smiled.

She smiled brightly and calmly, as if she had known all along that this would be her reaction.

"This wine is unique to me."

Wu Minghuang gently stroked the jade bottle, her voice tinged with nostalgia, "In my past life, I spent thirty years traveling throughout the cultivation world, collecting ninety-nine kinds of spiritual flowers and seventy-two kinds of spiritual fruits, and also taking the snow water from the top of Kunlun Mountain that had been stored for ten thousand years, before I brewed this bottle."

She paused, then looked at Chen Xuan.

"I only drink this wine with my Daoist partner."

"Sir, would you like a few bites?"

Chen Xuan's eyes lit up again.

But then he held back.

He turned his head away, avoiding Wu Minghuang's gaze, and said expressionlessly, "I won't drink."

"Really not going to drink?" Wu Minghuang asked again.

"I won't drink it," Chen Xuan replied firmly.

But he didn't put the food he was holding into his mouth for a long time.

His gaze unconsciously drifted back to the jade bottle.

Wu Minghuang smiled even more brightly.

She didn't ask any more questions, but simply picked up the empty wine glass on the table and gently uncorked it.

"Pop—"

A soft sound.

The moment the cork was opened, the crisp aroma of the wine suddenly intensified tenfold.

The entire courtyard was enveloped in that fragrance.

Lin Xiaoman sniffed hard, her eyes wide open.

Ye Li was also slightly moved.

Although she doesn't drink alcohol, the aroma of this wine is truly extraordinary.

Just smelling it gives one a sense of tranquility and makes one's spiritual energy subtly more active.

Wu Minghuang picked up the jade bottle and slowly tilted it.

The amber-colored liquor flowed from the bottle and into the glass.

The wine shimmered with a faint golden luster in the sunlight, like melted amber, or like the first rays of morning sunlight.

Fill a glass to the brim.

Wu Minghuang pushed the wine cup in front of Chen Xuan.

"This wine was brewed just for you."

She said softly, "If you don't drink it, I can't brew the new wine."

Chen Xuan stared at the amber-colored liquid in front of him and remained silent for a long time.

In his past life, he loved this wine made by Wuming Phoenix the most.

Every time he tasted it, he felt it was the most delicious thing in the world. But at that time, he was always afraid that if he drank this wine, he would owe someone a favor and be entangled with Wu Minghuang.

So every time I drank it, it was done secretly and very carefully.

But now........

The wine is right in front of you.

The aroma is tangy.

Wu Minghuang had already picked up her chopsticks, taken a piece of tofu, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

"The food is good," she said softly.

It was as if the incident of pouring the wine had nothing to do with her.

Chen Xuan looked at her, then at the glass of wine in front of him.

Then, he slowly reached out and picked up the wine glass.

The wine glass was brought to the lips.

He took a small sip.

The amber-colored liquor slid down my throat.

In that instant—

It is crisp, sweet, with a faint floral fragrance and a hint of the coolness of the snow-capped mountains.

The wine enters the throat, transforming into a warm current that flows along the meridians and finally gathers in the dantian.

My whole body felt warm and cozy.

It's like soaking in a hot spring.

He took another sip.

Then, I picked up my chopsticks, took a piece of braised tofu, and put it in my mouth.

A sip of wine, a bite of food.

They drank slowly and ate with relish.

Be at ease.

Wu Minghuang looked at him, her smile growing increasingly gentle.

She just watched quietly, without saying a word or disturbing anyone.

Just like in a past life.

She brews wine, he drinks it.

She watched him drink, and he just kept drinking.

The years are quiet.

Lin Xiaoman and Ye Li exchanged a glance, both seeing a complex emotion in each other's eyes.

They suddenly felt...

This scene is actually quite beautiful; they could easily be described as a match made in heaven.