Lin Family Villa,
In the kitchen.
"Come on, freeze this a bit here."
Yi Lin winked at the Frost Snow Sword hovering nearby and pointed to the basin of filtered water.
The Frost Snow Sword quivered and bent, letting out a gentle sword hum.
Seemed to be saying: Can't you freeze it yourself?
Seeing the Frost Snow Sword raise its tip, Yi Lin knew what this old sword was expressing, so he laughed, "A few days without discipline and you think you can fly?"
Clearly, Lin the Demon Head's "fly" had another meaning.
The Frost Snow Sword immediately behaved, obediently helping Yi Lin to freeze a chunk of ice.
Shaved ice, washed fruit, juiced, and drizzled.
Then sprinkle some powder made from drying and grinding the top-quality spiritual herb "Sapphire-scented," blue smoke swirling to add a spicy flavor, with the spiritual energy hidden yet not dispersed, perfect!
