In the kitchen, the two sat facing each other, roughly four feet apart.
Shen Yunjiao leaned over and refilled Zhao Zuo's cup with the Spirit Wine from the pot. In an instant, a rich, fragrant aroma filled the air, and a few points of Spiritual Light flickered within the clear liquid.
In the past, Shen Yunjiao had never mentioned her background, and Zhao Zuo had always assumed she was just an ordinary Loose Cultivator. But judging from what she had just said, it seemed her origins were more complicated.
Zhao Zuo didn't rush to ask. 'If she wants to talk about it... she will.' He picked up a piece of roasted meat with his chopsticks. The smoky scent of charcoal mixed with the faint, fresh fragrance of Spirit Wood. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with juices bursting forth upon chewing, complemented by the firm texture of Demon Beast meat.
