"You don't like it?" Imperial Wind Qing Yin seemed crestfallen.
"It is quite nice, just that it doesn't suit my liking." Xue Ying chuckled before placing down the cup.
"Oh." Imperial Wind Qing Yin flipped her hand, causing another flask of wine to appear, "I still have more. Teacher, try this."
This female disciple conscientiously collected many different flasks of wine, and was currently bringing them out for his teacher to taste.
In the end, Xue Ying gladfully accepted three types. And Imperial Wind Qing Yin joyfully sent over many flasks of those wines because she had prepared plenty of each of those wines.
"Let's not talk about wine anymore. How is your cultivation? Why are you still a Peak Stage God Monarch? What issues have you encountered that stopped you from breaking through?" Xue Ying asked.
Imperial Wind Qing Yin felt awkward at that moment.
