"Fellow Daoist Mo, why don't you come over and have a drink?" Hao Shuai invited him sincerely, knowing Sword Saint's fondness for wine.
"Treat me to a drink?" Sword Saint didn't stand on ceremony. He plopped down across from Hao Shuai. "Then you'd better bring out some good wine. I'm very picky about what I drink."
"Sure, sure. I guarantee you won't be disappointed." With countless worlds at his disposal, Hao Shuai had no shortage of all kinds of fine wines.
Then he turned and instructed Li Xiaoyao, "Xiaoyao, go buy some food to go with the wine."
"Will do!" Li Xiaoyao jogged out of the inn.
Watching Li Xiaoyao's retreating figure, Sword Saint murmured, "That kid is Li Xiaoyao?!"
"Come on, let's drink." Hao Shuai took out the Treasure Gourd, pulled out the stopper, and poured Sword Saint a cup.
As the cup filled, a rich, heady fragrance instantly spread through the main hall. In the blink of an eye, the potent aroma of wine had filled the entire room.
Sword Saint's heart stirred. His eyes lit up, and he swallowed hard. He looked like a shark that had caught the scent of blood.
By then, Sword Saint had completely forgotten his displeasure with Hao Shuai. He picked up the cup and couldn't help downing it in one gulp.
"Excellent wine! It has a rich aroma, goes down smooth, and leaves a sweet, fragrant aftertaste. It's as pure as an orchid. Truly rare wine—though a little precious..."
Just one cup was enough for Sword Saint to tell that the wine had been brewed from countless rare treasures of heaven and earth, and that it could enhance one's true essence and magical power.
He also knew that after drinking this cup, he owed Hao Shuai a considerable favor.
He never