Sparring Partners, Clash of Artistic Conceptions
Sparring Partners, Clash of Artistic Conceptions
The poor studied literature, the rich studied martial arts; without sufficient wealth, do not lightly speak of pursuing the Dao!
Lin Mo looked at the Moon Dew Wine. A single drop of amber liquor cost more than a dozen taels of silver, and he could not help but marvel inwardly.
"Come, have a taste with us. Young Master Chu is treating." Li Erlang took a sip, his face flushing slightly. As he spoke, he moved to pour Lin Mo a drink, and Lin Mo hurriedly rose and bowed to receive it.
A pot of spirit wine worth a thousand taels of silver was comparable in value to an ordinary Precious Medicine of thirty years' growth. What miraculous effects could it possibly possess?
Pondering this, Lin Mo accepted the cup and drained it in one gulp. It burned fiercely as it went down his throat, yet once it entered his stomach, it became a gentle, cooling sensation.
Just as he was slightly taken aback, that coolness slowly began filling his dantian and nourishing his qi and blood.
Just that small cup was enough to equal half a day of Lin Mo's cultivation.
In terms of price, its effects naturally could not compare with the swift and potent results of Precious Medicine, but this was a thing for enjoyment, and it still possessed such efficacy.
"Drinking two cups a day would nourish one's qi and blood?"
Lin Mo clicked his tongue in amazement.
After several rounds of wine, the ferocious beast delicacies drew praise from everyone. This meal alone probably cost several thousand taels.
If those several pots of precious Moon Dew Wine were included, this meal had cost over ten thousand taels.
"A Noble Family truly was extravagant. A