Apparently, he had long known through Tian Haoran about the presence of several Golden Core Cultivators aboard the ship.
Therefore, his words were somewhat polite.
Shen Xuan said to Gu Xiaoyao beside him, "Fellow Daoist Gu, you are skilled in brewing wine and have a large collection. Take out all the good wine you brought."
"Huh? Now?"
Gu Xiaoyao was startled, not understanding the purpose of the wine.
Shen Xuan glanced at him, eyes cold as a blade.
Gu Xiaoyao shivered all over, dared not question further, and reluctantly waved his hand to summon more than ten crimson wine gourds.
Each gourd was a small spatial spiritual artifact, containing over a hundred jin of spirit wine.
"Not enough."
Shen Xuan's voice was extremely cold, like millennia-old ice.
"I said, all of it."
Gu Xiaoyao's face turned pale.
He gritted his teeth, as if cutting off a piece of his heart, and patted his waist.
