Meanwhile, in an elegant pavilion, three elders with profound auras were drinking together.
Deng Ziheng and Gong Nansong sat across from each other. The third was an old woman.
She was another highly revered elder from the main peak. Most addressed her respectfully as Elder Feng; few knew her true name.
Gong Nansong raised the White Jade cup before him, a look of rapture on his face. He chuckled, "It's all thanks to Old Deng that I get to taste this Jade Dew today."
Elder Feng shot him a glance, her tone flat. "If you don't want to drink it, you can put it down."
Hearing this, Deng Ziheng let out a hearty laugh. "Old Gong," he teased, "this Jade Dew may be worth a fortune and nearly impossible to buy, but with your resources and shamelessness, if you really wanted to drink some, you couldn't get your hands on a jar or two?"
Gong Nansong just chuckled, offering no rebuttal. He took another blissful sip, clearly savoring it and reluctant to put the cup down.
