"Many thanks, fellow Daoist."
Lin Xuan naturally had no reason to refuse. He rose and accepted it, only to see that the wine was amber-colored, and a rich, mellow fragrance spread out from it. It was indeed no ordinary thing.
Though Lin Xuan was no wine-lover, he could not help but feel his appetite stirred. Just as he was about to drain it in one gulp, a series of squeaking sounds entered his ears.
Lin Xuan's expression shifted.
He reached out and patted his waist, and a Spirit Beast Bag immediately shot out. The mouth of the bag opened, and a strangely shaped pet appeared before everyone's eyes.
It looked only a little bigger than a ball, its whole body covered in white fluff. Its four limbs were thin and short, and its two large, dark, gleaming eyes made it look extremely comical and adorable.
The Four Friends of Yan Mountain all wore puzzled expressions. As Nascent Soul Realm immortal cultivators, they did not dare claim their experience was all that vast, but in any case, they were all people who had lived for several hundred years.
They had never seen such a spirit pet before.
The fluctuations of spiritual power on its body were faint to the point of seeming absent. Its realm could not be made out at all, yet the feeling it gave off was even weaker than a rookie at the Spirit Movement Stage. What was the point of raising it?
Aside from being cute, this entire spirit pet could be said to have not a single merit. Could it truly be a pure pet?
Little Fellow, however, paid no mind to everyone's attention. Its figure flashed, and in midair it rolled around with a gurgling tumble before landing on the tea table with a pat.