At the dining table, Uncle Ge drank his liquor sip by sip, his expression grim.
A young rogue cultivator who had come from who knows where also dared to contradict him. Although the old man Ge Heng did not erupt at the time, he was secretly filled with hatred.
Manager Hu fawned over him cautiously from the side.
As the wine made him slightly tipsy, Ge Heng suddenly thought of something and, squinting his eyes, glanced at a sealed jar of wine beside him.
"Is this jar of wine for that kid?"
"If you want to drink it, just open it," Manager Hu cursed inwardly as that jar was worth twenty taels of silver, but he managed a forced smile and said, "I'll buy another one later."
"No," Ge Heng suddenly smiled, his hands surrounded by green vitality, as he gently patted the exterior of the wine jar, "This one is quite good."
Manager Hu was terribly frightened, "Uncle Ge, you really shouldn't do this!"
