Turtle Immortal Palace.
Aaron buried a jar of 'Hundred Fruit Brew' in the garden.
Throughout the millenniums of the Daqian era, he had learned quite a few miscellaneous Skills, including the art of wine brewing.
"This wine... the older, the more fragrant..."
"Since I've decided not to go out anymore, life is long, and I should find some joy... All the fruit in this wine are immortal fruits, which after a hundred years will surely develop a rich taste... But with the addition of my special wine yeast, even a thousand years or ten thousand years can be waited upon. If it becomes a ten-thousand-year brew, that flavor... tsk tsk..."
Aaron wiped the corner of his mouth, swallowing a bit of saliva.
After burying the future fine wine, he lay back on the soft chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the backrest, "A great disaster is approaching... I wonder if you will have the honor of waiting until ten thousand years later? Become a ten-thousand-year fine wine?"
