In the luxurious private room on the second floor of Yingxian Tower where Yan Rufeng was, a faint sandalwood scent filled the air. On the antique table, there were three cups of fruit juice.
The man in white lifted the cup, took a sip, his eyebrows raised, revealing a slight smile.
"I did not expect Boss Yan to use Supreme Spiritual Fruit and Seven-flavor Fruit juice to entertain me, Xiao Fei. This is really shocking."
Yan Rufeng said faintly, "Brother Xiao, a mere juice of Seven-flavor Fruit is nothing to mention. Do you want to try the fruit wine I just brewed with 'Cold Frost Red Fruit'?"
The man in white smiled slightly, showing respect, and then said, "Boss Yan, as far as I, Xiao Fei, know, Cold Frost Red Fruit is different from ordinary red fruits. It grows in extremely cold places, blooms once every thousand years, and bears fruit once every thousand years. Each plant has only ten fruits when it matures. Are you sure you have wine brewed from Cold Frost Red Fruit?"
