The small courtyard of the Mountain Peak Dojo.
Wang Ping drained his cup of tea. The clear, bitter, yet sweet fragrance made him let out a long sigh. He then subconsciously used his Wood Spirit Qi to tend to the flowers and plants in the small courtyard.
Just then, Yu Lian descended from the sky, seemingly chewing on something. As she landed on a nearby stone stool, she swallowed what was in her mouth and said, "I just went to Liu Shuang's Dao Field. I caught two pheasants and had her two disciples roast them for me. Their skills aren't great; some parts were burnt."
Wang Ping smiled slightly, took out another cup, and filled it with tea. Yu Lian quickly picked up the cup and took a long, satisfying sip.
"You didn't bring any for me?"
"I don't have hands, so I had to carry it in my mouth. You want some?"
"..."
"Didn't you learn the Artifact Control Technique?"
"Uh, I forgot."
