After listening to the nonsense his good big brother spouted after drinking, Xu Fan glanced languidly at the Thunder liquid on the table, his eyes hazy from the drink.
"Is it really that strong~"
Then two puppets escorted the gray-haired elder back to his exclusive temporary cave mansion.
With his head feeling a bit foggy from drinking, Xu Fan couldn't remember what he was supposed to do next.
He decided to simply retreat to his room for a good night's sleep.
The next morning, the Divine Beast in the sky above the sect, filled with Fairy Spirit juice, let out a hissing cry.
Slowly opening his eyes, Xu Fan felt unusually well-rested, feeling as if his body had reached its peak condition.
"No wonder even a Daluo Saint would scramble for such a fine wine." Xu Fan remarked appreciatively.
With the increase in cultivation level, wines that can make one drunk like mortals were becoming increasingly valuable.
