200 Thunder Strikes, Magic Demon Blood, Refined Qi Level Four

Snowflakes fell from the sky like dancing elves and flying glowworms.

Lu Fan extended his hand. A snowflake fell onto the palm of his hand and melted. It felt cold.

He strolled around on Lake Island in his wheelchair, holding some peach petals in his hand.

Lu Fan did not linger on the island. He went back to the second floor of White Jade City Pavilion soon after.

Leaning against the back of the wheelchair, Lu Fan put a pot of wine onto the stove. He picked up a green plum with wooden tweezers. Then, he shook the snow off the fruit and put the green plum into the boiling wine. He also added the peach petals he had just picked into the wine.

The green plum sank and emerged again. The peach petals whirled about like a teenage girl's dress train. The color of the wine changed. A faint sour smell spread in the air.

After a long while, Lu Fan raised his sleeve. He poured the green plum wine into his bronze liquor cup.