Tang Feng looked at the old man with a regretful expression on his face and couldn't help but laugh. He took out a bottle of Moutai and tossed it over.
"Is this wine?"
"Wine from my hometown, with a unique flavor. I don't have the best, so you'll just have to make do with this," Tang Feng said.
The old man twisted off the cap and drank a mouthful to the heavens. Wow!
Satisfying!
Fragrant, smooth down the throat.
Even after a while, the taste lingered in his mouth. The old man had drunk a lot of wine brewed by the Divine Realm, but never had mortal wine. He quickly grew fond of this strong beverage made from grains.
He took out a Star Core and tossed it to Tang Feng, laughing, "Kid, the wine's good, the wild game is good too, take this thing. The old man is leaving now."
