It was morning.
At the old wine inn.
Jiang Lan was already standing at the door.
When he entered, he saw the Eighth Prince.
He was drinking tea.
Every time he went out, Jiang Lan had the habit of buying a pot of good wine.
It was for his master.
Although his master did not drink much, he also did not buy often.
It had been almost five hundred years and he had only bought the inn's good wine around a dozen times.
He had never calculated the exact amount.
But…
He was indeed not a competent disciple.
After all, he rarely went out.
This was also something that his master had always been concerned about. He had been holed up on the mountain alone for almost five hundred years.
This…
This was too much.
"Big brother, do you want good wine?
"Grandfather hasn't gone out yet. I can let him prepare the wine first." The youth at the counter looked at Jiang Lan and immediately spoke.
