He immediately made up his mind.
"This spirit wine seems to act directly on the soul,"
However, the power of the Yin God couldn't completely dissolve the drunkenness in it, Wang Ba still felt a bit dizzy.
Yet, noticing this, the old man couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his drunk face.
"Good boy, not bad! Come, have a sip."
Zhang Bao from Rende Hall, who was aware of the potency of the spirit wine, quickly tried to stop him:
"Uncle Master, don't..."
However, before he could finish his sentence, he was alarmed to find that he couldn't make a sound.
Immediately, he remembered something, looking angrily at the old man.
The old man shook his head with a grin, then turned to look at Wang Ba.
He was a little puzzled:
"Uncle Master? He looks unfamiliar... Which master brother has taken a new disciple? And why would they send him to me?"
With someone to rely on, Wang Ba gently sipped from the gourd.
