Hearing his voice, Feng Jiu looked up. "Here you are! Sit down, we are talking about the spirit wine!"
While talking, Feng Jiu poured him a small cup. "Have a taste. This wine has a strong effect. After only a sip, my whole body feels warm."
"Oh? I'd like to have some." Mo Chen sat down next to Feng Jiu, took a sip of the wine, and then nodded. "It's pretty good. This must be an aged vintage wine."
Xuanyuan Mo Ze glanced at him and saw the dark bruises on his eyes. With a cheerful mood, Xuanyuan Mo Ze said, "Why didn't you smear some medicine on your eyes? The bruises look a lot darker."
Mo Chen looked at him and replied with a smile. "I did. Feng Jiu gave me a herbal balm that's icy cold. I'm going to put on another layer when I rest at night." With this, he looked at Feng Jiu. "Ghost Doctor's herbal balms are very precious. I have to use it sparingly and keep the rest as a souvenir."
