The Willow forest wine was known as the origin of the West Phoenix, and was the best of the West Phoenix wine.
Just from this rich and mesmerizing fragrance, he could conclude that it was even more mesmerizing than the Willow forest Xifeng wine he had drunk before. He could imagine its quality.
In fact, this was not rare. Anything that was related to Tributes could not be said to be bad. If one thought about it carefully, one would know that if the things you offered as Tributes were not good, the result would be ...
"Are you sure?"
"Tribute wine of the Willow Woods, it's not that bad, right?"
"The last time I went to President Pan's place to ask for wine, I didn't have any spare food."
Yan Xiliang and the others, who had been stunned by Huo ting's series of actions, couldn't help but take a deep breath when they heard his words.
