Half an hour later.
Tilting his head back, Xiao Xuan poured the warmed wine, still steaming, down his throat. He smacked his lips and let out a long sigh, clearly wanting more.
"After all this time, this freshly brewed rice wine is still the sweetest and most fragrant."
Hearing this, Scholar took a light sip and smiled. "Back then, you always looked down on my wine."
"Heh, wasn't it all because of that huge monkey?"
Xiao Xuan chuckled and shook his head. "Ordinary people get drunk after one cup and collapse after ten. But that monkey?"
"Forget ten cups—even a hundred or a thousand wouldn't get him drunk. Whenever there was wine, he had to drag me along to join the fun. After enough time passed, it became hard to even look at ordinary wine!"
"Oh?"
Scholar gave a soft sound of surprise, seeming to realize something. "Then when the two of you ventured alone into the Demon Ape Tribe of the Beast Region, was it to seize their clan's greatest treasure, Ape Wine?"
Xiao Xuan grinned without denying it. "If that monkey hadn't been so greedy for wine, who would've wanted to go to that godforsaken place?"
"You nearly threw away your lives for a bottle of wine."
Scholar raised a brow and smiled as well. "That really does suit his temperament back then."
Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo could still barely remain calm, but Xiao Yan beside her could no longer sit still.
This was the past of a Nine-star Dou Saint. Across the entire Dou Qi Continent, aside from Dou Di relics, there was nothing more secretive or taboo than this!
And now, he was actually fortunate enough to listen in.
To be honest, Xiao Yan no longer knew whether he should feel honored or frightened.
After all,