"However, Ethereal Immortal Palace is an exception."
Lin Qingluo's eyes flickered, taking in his momentary frustration and grinned playfully.
"Phew."
Rong Yunhe sighed, and his heart slowed down a beat.
He was recovering from the sudden roller coaster of emotions.
"Immortal Lin, what do you propose? Feel free to share."
Ji Shuxuan followed, humming a tune with a cheerful mood.
"Wine from the winery."
Lin Qingluo had a plan in mind, looking relaxed and elegant, with an air of casual confidence: "Supply Ethereal Immortal Palace with one thousand jars every day, at a discounted price. However, the amount can only be reduced, not increased."
"One thousand jars seem a bit too little."
"We have so many people here, one jar per person isn't enough."
"Yeah, after drinking the wine made by Immortal Lin, other wines taste bland. It's hard to swallow."
"Why not add a little more? At least one jar per person."
