An Yuxing lifted his glass, first taking a sniff, then tasted a sip, his eyes lighting up before he drank it all down in one gulp.
Savoring the wine as it went down his throat, An Yuxing's eyes slightly squinted, thoroughly relishing the taste.
"Is this the Hundred Herbs Brew?"
After tasting, An Yuxing displayed a surprised expression.
Over the years, Yang Zhenshan's skill in brewing had improved significantly, and while it still wasn't on par with those famous winemakers, it was almost as good.
However, what surprised An Yuxing wasn't whether the taste of Hundred Herbs Brew was good or bad, but the sensation it brought him.
Once the wine settled in his belly, a gentle warmth spread throughout his body, giving him a sense of relaxation, and at the same time, his spirit also felt sharp and vigorous.
