She was silent for a moment, "The women of Muyu Peak also mostly drink fruit wine, which is common enough."
At that moment, Li Zhibai's thoughts began to muddle, and she could only ponder the meaning behind the Sect Leader's words piece by piece.
Simply put.
She had never thought about how to respond in this kind of casual conversation with the Sect Leader.
What should she say?
Perhaps talk about... Chang'an?
The two were in a high place, and their gaze naturally fell on the colorful lights by the lake shore. As the rain and clear light fell, the chill in the air gradually rose, and the temperature began to drop.
Although the lights around were not dim, Li Zhibai kept thinking that the atmosphere here... seemed a bit too oppressive.
Ultimately, it was because her mood was somewhat scattered.
There was no way not to feel disordered. After all, the girl she admired was holding a wine cup with slender fingers, sipping lightly as if she were savoring some precious treasure.
