The winter nights of the S Continent come early, and the chill gradually deepens.
Yan Yueqing was drawn into the warm main hall by her mother, Jiang Yu, instantly enveloped by a serene and heavy warmth.
Outside the giant floor-to-ceiling windows, the virtual seascape quietly faded away, reverting to the dark silhouette of mountains in the night, with only the distant "Yue Que" main building complex flowing with the cold glow of moonlight, outlining the majesty of a dormant giant beast.
Jiang Yu didn't sit down immediately but instead walked toward a sidewall where an intelligent wine cabinet was embedded.
She tapped her fingers a few times on the light screen, the internal mechanical arm operated silently, and after a moment, a drink with verdant green tea soup supporting unfurling crimson tea leaves, settled in a crystal-clear cup, was steadily delivered—it was exactly the "Cold Mountain Ice Extraction" from Yan Yueqing's memory.
