Chapter 336. Adventure of Girls Group
"This wine comes from overseas," said the woman clad in flowing red garments, her voice soft but laced with authority. "It is called Cleansing Spirit Wine, crafted over a thousand years using the finest Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Its primary function is not to enhance cultivation but to soothe inner injuries and weaken the Heart Demon."
She gracefully poured three cups of the radiant amber wine, the aroma instantly filling the ornate chamber. Though she carried herself with elegance and command, her demeanor was humble and respectful before the three masked guests seated before her.
Her subordinates stood behind her in silence, observing everything. They noted how deferential their mistress was acting toward the three visitors, and while a few found it surprising, they dared not show any discontent. If their lady showed respect, so would they.
One of the three masked women immediately reached forward, lifting her cup without a word. With a single tilt of her wrist, she downed the wine in one gulp.
The red-clad woman’s subordinates flinched internally. Such behavior would typically be considered rude in such a refined setting—no toast, no formal acceptance—but again, their mistress said nothing. Instead, her eyes remained fixed on the young woman, watching carefully for her reaction.
A soft, satisfied hum escaped the drinker’s lips.
"Mana likes this... Mana wants more," she said simply, licking a bit of the wine from her lips.
The red-clad woman let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. A subtle smile played across her lips. She took Mana’s casual approval as the highest form of praise. Her efforts hadn’t gone to waste.
Seated beside Mana were the other two guests—Mathilda and Astrid. All three women wore traditional cultivator robes of fine silk, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer subtly under the light. Although they wore masks, their natural beauty still shone through, leaving no doubt that they were beings of high status and extraordinary cultivation.
Unlike Mana, Mathilda’s gaze hadn’t been on the wine—it had been on the woman in red.
The red-clad woman noticed it. She could feel the heat in Mathilda’s eyes, that confident, unapologetic stare that sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t used to being observed like that—not appraised, but desired.