"May I ask whether Elder Meng enjoys immortal wine?"
Luo Hong suddenly asked this out of the blue.
"Though I enjoyed wine in my early years, I've long since grown tired of the ordinary immortal wines one can find in the Northern Cold Immortal Domain.
As for those rare treasures, I can't be bothered to seek them out specially. It has been many years since I last drank."
Meng Tianxing was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Then he smacked his lips as if savoring a memory.
"If that is the case, then please accept this jar of Five-Colored Immortal Wine brewed by me personally, as a small token of my gratitude."
After speaking, Luo Hong set down the wine jar without waiting for Meng Tianxing to refuse, then turned and left.
After this encounter, he had fully realized what it meant to have an elder in the household: it was like having a treasure. Thus, he wished to try befriending the man.
"Heh, this kid sure knows how to behave. As expected of a rogue immortal—he respects his elders far more than those brats in the sect who've been spoiled by their seniors."
After watching Luo Hong depart, Meng Tianxing beckoned the wine jar into his hand, slapped off its sealing talisman, and prepared to drink deeply straight from the jar.
Yet after only his first swallow, the fiery potency of the Five-Colored Wine churned through his belly and seeped into Meng Tianxing's meridians.
"Cough, cough! What domineering wine potency! It even has a trace of the effect of pure Immortal Yuan Power. Not bad, not bad!"
After being choked by that mouthful, Meng Tianxing did not curse. Instead, he praised it lavishly.
In his eyes, though this Five-Colored Immortal Wine was of an ordinary grade, it possessed a