Soon enough.
One by one, the female disciples brought forth a variety of exquisite delicacies, and pots of steaming hot, fragrant wine.
Watching his junior sister busying herself, Niu Shiheng spoke, "Junior sister, that wine is thin. In this kind of snowy weather, you should try mine instead…"
As he spoke, he took out a jug of black, unmarked alcohol.
At that moment.
Footsteps echoed.
Lu Wufei turned his head to see Elder Liu Jing in the pavilion.
"Greetings, Master..."
"Greetings, Senior Uncle..."
"Master..."
Standing in front of the pavilion, Liu Jing immediately bowed and greeted them all accordingly.
Niu Shiheng immediately laughed and said, "Just in time, boy. You can take up the task of pouring the wine…"
As he spoke, he threw the pot towards Liu Jing.
Liu Jing caught it neatly and started pouring the wine for the three of them.
When the jar was opened and served in bowls, one could not detect any aroma.
