Feng Yang had a hearty, forthright personality and loved his liquor as much as Wu De did. When he saw the Monkey Brew, he was even more excited than he had been when he received the Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice. Ling Tian and the other juniors gaped at him, and listening to Wu De and Feng Yang's conversation only amused them more.
Knowing how stingy Wu De was with his liquor, Feng Yang was astonished to see him so generously offer several jars of Monkey Brew. He stared at Wu De in disbelief.
"Heh heh, now that you've got liquor, drink up. If you run out, just ask me for more." Wu De put on a magnanimous air.
"Wait, something's not right. This isn't like you at all." Feng Yang muttered to himself in confusion. "Back then, Old Ling somehow got a bottle of Monkey Brew. You were the most shameless of us all, brother—you snatched nearly half the bottle! We were heartbroken. Why are you being so generous this time? Did you scour the entire Cultivation World for Monkey Brew?"
"Um, Master, I think you've forgotten that Lingxiao Pavilion has a Verdant Spirit Changyou." A burly young man from the Devil Race stepped forward and pointed at Little Right. "I hear Verdant Spirit Changyou can brew Monkey Brew quite easily. I assume Uncle Wu De got it from there."
"Hm?!" Feng Yang paused, but when he turned and saw Little Right, realization dawned on him. "That's right! How could I forget? I'm getting senile. By the way, Brother Wu De, this is my disciple, Little Crazy. Come meet your Uncle Wu De and Elder Ling."
At Feng Yang's nickname for him, the young man from the Devil Race looked thoroughly embarrassed. Still, he stepped forward as asked and