"Don't dwell on unhappy things, I've brought you some fine wine, disciple."
Tang Ming patted the wine jar in front of him mysteriously.
"Tch, all the wine I drink now is good wine, why would I care about your stuff?"
Tang Cha scoffed disdainfully.
"Not necessarily."
Tang Ming reached out and tore open the seal on the wine jar, instantly filling the room with a fragrant aroma.
"What wine is this?"
Tang Cha sat up abruptly, sniffing repeatedly, "This is over thirty years old Huadiao aged wine, where did you get it from?"
"I don't know what kind of wine it is either, but it was treasured by a Martial General at peak level. Are you going to drink it?"
Tang Ming smiled.
"Of course I will drink it!"
Tang Cha grabbed the wine jar and drank greedily, "Good wine, it truly is good wine!"
"I'm glad you like it, Master."
Tang Ming picked up another wine jar, watching Tang Cha with satisfaction.
"All of this is mine, go drink that garbage."
