A tranquil night shrouded everything.
Jiang Ning took out the wine flask.
The moment he pulled the stopper from the mouth of the flask, an exceedingly rich aroma of wine began to spread.
Splash, splash—
In the lake beside him, schools of fish instantly began to riot.
The ripples stirred up by the fish shattered and spread across the surface, and in an instant, the originally calm lake began to shimmer with silver scales.
Jiang Ning looked up and suddenly saw the gold-and-red Dragon Carp leap out of the lake and onto the bank. With a few hops, she arrived at his feet.
Seeing this, Jiang Ning could not help but smile.
From Linglong's eager movements, he could sense just how irresistible the flask of wine in his hand was to her.
He understood that very well.
Emperor Flow Paste was, after all, one of the legendary precious liquids of the Demon Race.
Consuming it could open wisdom and brighten the mind, increasing one's cultivation.
Linglong was a Dragon Carp.
Naturally, she was born unable to resist such temptation.
Afterward.
He withdrew his gaze, his eyes following the mouth of the flask to look at the wine within.
He saw that the wine had long since lost its former clarity.
Instead, it had completely transformed into a silver liquid as radiant as a river of stars, and within that silver liquid, fine strands of golden thread filled it throughout.
Those strands of golden thread were the true Emperor Flow Paste.
"As expected, with time to condense, the concentration of Emperor Flow Paste in the wine has grown higher, refining out even more true Emperor Flow Paste."
Looking at the change inside the flask, Jiang Ning thought silently.
Afterward.
Looking at Linglong on the ground, looking as if she were wailing