His vision blurred.
Blinking, Xia Yu found himself standing in a golden autumn wheat field in the countryside. Looking ahead, a shrine stood atop a hill, and under the red torii gate, a young witch dressed in white and red clutched a clay pot, gracefully approaching.
The young witch kept walking and eventually merged into him at his spot.
"Strange!"
Shaking his head to wake up, Xia Yu muttered, "Divine, pure?"
He had tasted something profound.
The Main General Liangzi offered him another cup of warm sake, freshly heated to about 30 degrees. As Xia Yu sipped, his pores expanded instantly, as if he were leisurely sunbathing on a stone bench at a summer shrine, his skin glowing with a fine warmth.
Moreover, as the temperature of the sake increased, its taste and flavor underwent elusive changes.
Next came the sake chilled with ice water, roughly at zero degrees.
