Yue Baoyue prepared a cup of tea that diffused a calming aroma into the air, beckoning feelings of comfort and relaxation. Her complexion had regained some of its ruddiness, exhibiting a recovery of vitality and essence. She was the picture-perfect representation of a diligent and pleasant beauty of the current age.
Su Yi meditated cross-legged on a prayer mat laced with glistening glows of silky threads. From time to time, a volcanic-like eruption resounded like an ancient dragon belching out storms of flames and death as he expelled the Mythical Punishment's corrupting energies. After six or seven times, his eyes gradually opened, exposing a renewed vitality, and to his delight, was welcomed by Yue Baoyue's gentle smile and fragrant tea.
"Thank you," he accepted it without hesitation.
Yue Baoyue's smile deepened, gaining a moving charm that was unforgettable. She waited for him to take a sip, hoping it wasn't too hot or too cold.
