Feihuang sat at the table in Lu Lei’s room, acting as if she owned the place. With a flick of her fingertip, a wine pot levitated, pouring a stream of amber liquid into a cup.
She drained it in one go and let out a satisfied sigh. "Little Junior Brother, your hobby of snacking on refined iron with your wine is even stranger than the Huanhuan Sect’s Dual Cultivation arts."
As she spoke, she nudged the iron filings scattered across the floor with the toe of her boot. "What does this stuff even taste like?"
Chapter 50