Chen Zhao went straight into the River Map.
"Old Turtle, take out the oldest wine."
Old Turtle looked at him. "The hundred-year wine? Even you probably can't take it."
Chen Zhao only used ten-year brews now.
Wine that was put here for ten days were basically all ten-year brews.
For regular people, ten-year brews could make one shed tears.
But it wasn't very effective for people with magic.
Last time, Chen Zhao took a sip of a 50-year brew and slept for 20 full days in the River Map.
Regular people didn't have to drink it. They could get drunk with just a whiff.
As for the hundred-year brew, Chen Zhao wasn't sure what would happen if a regular person took a sip.
They wouldn't die though. Plus, the Spiritual Qi in the wine was very beneficial for the body.
Old Turtle took out a bottle of hundred-year brew and placed it before him.
