Several days later,
while Song He was brewing peach wine, an unexpected guest suddenly arrived.
The visitor was short in stature, with eyes as small as soybeans that were always squinting, draped in a grey robe which gave him an air of mystery and... sleaziness.
This Nascent Soul Master was one of a kind.
That was Martial Uncle Jin from the Jin Ling Rat clan, a Nascent Soul cultivator.
After hearing the report from the Evil Subjugators, Song He immediately went out to greet him.
In his hand, he "just happened" to be holding a half bottle of wine in a liuli bottle, displaying a clear and enchanting pink color.
It was faintly possible to see threads and wisps of mist swirling inside, as if shaping the myriad forms of the mortal world.
"Martial Uncle Jin..."
Before he could finish, Martial Uncle Jin's small mung bean eyes widened, he sniffed with his nose, and his gaze instantly focused on the bottle in Song He's hand.
