"Bring wine! Bring the good wine!"
The Iron Armor General sat back on his stone throne and boomed for the White Ape Little Demons to bring more wine and meat.
"Ah, Little Brother Wang, I may not have fine dishes, but I have plenty of fine wine. This is brewed by the apes of my White Ape Kingdom from a hundred different fruits gathered in a single cave. We trade it with your Profound Carp Association for Spirit Pills every year. Even Cultivators can drink it, and it has the effect of nourishing one's essence and strengthening the body."
Yang Jing took a seat below the general's.
Two White Apes carried over a stone urn and carefully poured a bowl for Yang Jing.
The viscous, pale-yellow liquor drew out a long, thin thread as it poured. It looked more like honey than wine.
Yang Jing swept his Bright Qi Talent over it. After confirming the liquor contained only abundant Spiritual Mechanism and no murky, malevolent qi, he raised the bowl and took a sip.
