She was about to stand up when she heard a voice.
"Is the Immortal Wine tasty?"
She was startled, instinctively looked up, and saw an elderly man in grey sitting on the tree. The elderly man was dirty and messy as if he hadn't been bathed in a long time. His hair and beard were white and silvery, but his complexion was rosy and had no wrinkles. He was looking at her with a bright smile that she couldn't figure out for a moment.
When did this elderly man get here? How could she not have known? And he also asked whether this Immortal Wine was tasty. Did he see what just happened? Her eyes flickered as she contemplated.
When she didn't respond, the elderly man jumped down from the tree and pointed to the wine on Feng Jiu's table. "Give me a cup too!"
Feng Jiu turned to him. "This will get you drunk. Are you sure you want to drink it?"
