"Elder, look!" A cultivator pointed at the cart coming to their camp. This was the same cultivator that threatened the wine store owner's daughter.
A middle-aged man couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows. "Is this really wine?"
"Of course. I have used your trick. I took advantage of the slightly faster carriage and stood in their way so that I could extort them. Unfortunately, I couldn't get the taste of that young woman." The cultivator licked his lips vulgarly.
"How much wine did you ask?"
"It should be enough for everyone here to not finish it for a few days."
The elder contemplated for a moment before saying, "Tell other disciples to help you unload it."
"Yes, thank you, Elder." The cultivator smiled and hurriedly signaled two of his friends.
