"Come, come, come, it's a rare occasion to meet again, so I, an old man, have brought out this tree wine that I am usually reluctant to drink," the Old Farmer said, obviously in a very good mood.
In his advanced age, to have received a disciple like Peng Chen, who was so passionate about farming, meant he could finally pass on his life's learnings to someone else. This was a joy indescribable, far surpassing the joy of achieving sainthood oneself.
"Ah, what fine wine! Such delightful wine must not be enjoyed without my drinking buddy. Invite Lord Song God in as well," Zhu Minglang said.
Lord Song God was waiting outside, feeling somewhat panicky.
For some reason, he always felt that the Savage Forbidden Forest was a man-eating trap and that those giant trees with the ability to move independently were devils that devoured people.
This trip was indeed fraught with extreme danger.
