Daoist Shuiyun’s words weighed heavily on Jiang Li’s heart like a thousand-pound jack.
It also flowed into her meridians like a clear spring, making her whole body feel transparent.
Indeed, ever since her awakening, she had been afraid of walking the predetermined path of her past life, so she had been very cautious most of the time.
But since fate had given her a chance to live another life, why not create more possibilities?
Her master seemed to have told her this before.
Back then, she didn’t understand, but now everything seemed to be clear in a mystical sense.
Perhaps her master had long seen that she came from another world and hoped to guide her onto the right path through these destiny and mystery techniques?
Thinking of this, Jiang Li’s gaze towards Shuiyun became hazy.
Her master was the benefactor in her fate. After many years of separation, seeing this face again felt particularly warm.
Jiang Li suppressed the surging emotions within her and bowed deeply to Shuiyun.
"Thank you, Daoist, for your guidance, but... I have one more request today."
Shuiyun stared at the ceiling, pondered, and nodded.
"I know what you’re here for. Changqing mentioned it to me earlier. It’s about that Miss Su, right?"
"Yes, it is."
Although the tone was light, Jiang Li was once again shocked.
Seniors truly were seniors, capable of understanding everyone’s thoughts so thoroughly.
"Then, may I ask what insights do you have?"
According to the evidence she had gathered, the current Su Yinwan was definitely not the Su Yinwan of the past.
But she had difficulty pinpointing her exact identity and origin.
She had tried using divination to analyze her past, but the results were scattered and vague.
This was the first time she encountered such a situation.
She was not only curious about the origins of "Su Yinwan," but also wanted to understand why she was so obsessed with her.
Before her, Shuiyun stroked his beard, nodded in agreement, and then laughed, "No hurry, no hurry."
He then turned around, sat at the nearby table, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and offered another cup to Jiang Li.
"It’s been a long journey, have some tea to soothe your throat."
Jiang Li took the tea without hesitation and brought it to her lips.
Upon taking the first sip, she realized something was off, nearly spitting it out.
Wasn’t this wine?!
Shuiyun’s face suddenly showed a hint of embarrassment at being caught, as he glanced at the liquid in the teapot and chuckled:
"Ah, I’ve been drinking too much wine these days, momentarily forgot to switch it back, my apologies, but it’s good for young girls to drink some wine too. This wine was brewed by me, and since there’s no tea left, why not try a few more sips."
Jiang Li: "..."
Though a bit speechless, she was very familiar with the demeanor of the elder before her.
Her master was similarly addicted to wine.
But his health deteriorated in his later years, prompting her to constantly urge him to abstain from drinking.
Yet he acted like a child, hiding and sneaking drinks everywhere.
Even replacing all the tea in his room with wine.
It was during one such chance occasion that she, being thirsty, discovered this secret while looking for water.
Could there really be such a coincidence in the world?
Or perhaps the heavens have sent her master to accompany her in another form?
Jiang Li sighed and put down the cup.
"Wine is fine, but moderation is key, health is the most important."


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