Wang Chen was willing to be the fool footing the bill, so naturally the tavern waiter had nothing to say. He immediately brought the old cultivator outside a pot of Hundred Flowers Drunk.
"Thank you, exalted cultivator! A thousand thanks, exalted cultivator!"
The old cultivator held the wine pot in both hands and bowed deeply toward Wang Chen from afar, his gratitude overflowing from his face.
After thanking him, the old man warily glanced around, then darted into a nearby alley.
He was probably afraid of being robbed and wanted to find somewhere safe to savor it slowly.
Wang Chen could not help laughing at the sight. He beckoned the waiter over again. "How much Hundred Flowers Drunk do you still have? I'll take it all."
This spirit wine tasted far too good. It contained the fragrance of a hundred flowers, and the more one savored it, the more boundless its flavor became. It was perfect for sitting alone and drinking at leisure.
Wang Chen also wanted to bring some back for Su Ziling to try. He believed she would definitely like it as well.
"This..."
The tavern waiter looked somewhat troubled. "Please wait a moment, sir. I'll go ask the proprietor."
A moment later, the tavern proprietor personally came over to apologize. "Sir, I'm truly sorry. We do not have much Hundred Flowers Drunk in storage at present. At most, we can spare you three jars. What do you think?"
One jar contained the equivalent of ten pots, so three jars meant thirty pots.
"Fine."
Wang Chen did not haggle. He immediately took out three hundred Medium Spirit Stones and placed them on the table.
Although he had recently poured most of his Spirit Stones into the Cave Mansion beneath the pool, he was not lacking this small amount.