"Master, what are you laughing about?" Yantian's voice sounded beside his ear.
Chen Ze came back to himself and coughed lightly. "Nothing. I just feel that days like this are quite nice."
He looked toward the bright sunlight outside the hall, the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously.
Yes, days like this truly were wonderful.
He had companions who fought at his side, and the Myriad Phenomena Realm was flourishing by the day.
And there was also the coming battle with the Immortal Realm.
But before that...
Chen Ze sent a mental message. "Chen Fan, prepare a jar of good wine for me."
"Huh? Master, you want to drink? Don't you never touch a drop of alcohol?"
"Just prepare it when I tell you to! Why so much nonsense?" Chen Ze laughed and scolded him, the smile on his face deepening.
"Yes, Master. I'll gather a jar of the finest immortal brew for you right away."
On Xuantian Continent, although Chen Fan was puzzled, he did not dare slack off in the slightest. He immediately prepared dozens of jars of the most delicious immortal brew.
They would have to drink it sooner or later anyway, so there was nothing wrong with preparing more.
What if Master liked it after drinking it and wanted more?
Naturally, he could not make Master wait. If Master wanted it, it had to be available at any time.
"Come to think of it, it seems it's been a while since I had a proper drink with them."
"Mm, bring even more!"
Chen Ze truly never drank, nor could he taste the flavor of wine, but he would not interfere with others.
After all, those who drank always said that wine was the essence of grain—the more one drank, the more vigor one had.
This wine