The Wine Monk probably had a lifespan of only two to three hundred years. Even if he were in the later stages of Wine Monk, and had some life extension elixirs, at his current age of three hundred and twenty, he was living day to day.
No wonder he was so freewheeling and nonchalant, it seemed he had come to terms with his inevitable end!
Wang Zijia did not respond, and the two of them silently returned to his residence.
After that, they drank two cups of tea and chatted for a while. It was almost noon when Ma Haoran bid farewell to leave.
Not long after he left, a disciple came with two large boxes and handed them to An Xingsheng.
When An Xingsheng found out that they were biographies, unofficial histories, and storybooks with hidden secrets sent by Ma Haoran, he naturally knew about Wang Zijia's interest in these. Even without any instructions, he accepted them.
