"It truly is an Immortal Wine." She looked at him with surprise in her eyes. "Senior, this place is isolated from the rest of the world, how can there be Immortal Wine here?"
What's more, the elderly man drank one cup after another without showing any signs of drunkenness. Did he take the alcohol-relieving pill beforehand?
The old man squinted his eyes as he drank the wine, leaned against the tree, looked at her, and said, "I made this Immortal Wine. I've just not drunk in a long time, and I haven't made wine in a long time. I hid the last jar here, and I didn't think to dig it up and drink it until today."
"Then, the Immortal Wine out there…"
"Of course, someone copied it. The similarity is only thirty per cent, but you all believe it is an Immortal Wine." The elderly man snorted as he drank from the cup of wine. When he noticed Feng Jiu staring at him, he smiled mischievously, "Little girl, are you interested?"
