"Fellow Daoist truly has golden eyes. That's right, I am indeed not from the Primordial era."
"I was born within a Secret Realm in a small god realm. By a fortunate twist of fate, I attained my present cultivation. To meet you, Fellow Daoist, is my honor."
"Haha... What honor is there in meeting me? You're too modest, Fellow Daoist."
"Come, meeting is fate. Sit and have a chat with me. Taste the wine I brewed myself..."
White Robe, the middle-aged man, made an inviting gesture, asking Li Yun to sit.
Li Yun did not stand on ceremony. He cupped his hands and sat down.
The moment he sat down,
He saw White Robe, the middle-aged man, take out an ancient wine flask and two cups, then pour a cup for each of them in front of Li Yun.
As he poured, he sighed.
"What a pity that the Primordial era is gone. My self-brewed Jade Tree True Spirit Wine lacks many ingredients now and can no longer be brewed. Every cup I drink is one cup less."
Jade Tree True Spirit Wine?
Li Yun had never heard of it.
Still, seeing that White Robe, the middle-aged man, appeared to harbor no ill intent and seemed deeply sentimental, Li Yun could not help growing curious about this Jade Tree True Spirit Wine.
"Fellow Daoist, could it be that this Jade Tree True Spirit Wine of yours is something special?"
White Robe, the middle-aged man, did not answer. He merely smiled and pushed a cup of wine before Li Yun. "Whether it is special or not, you'll know once you drink it."
Li Yun: "..."
Damn it, this was too awkward.
This was his first time meeting White Robe, the middle-aged man. He did not even know the man's name, yet