"Pah!"
Nalan Fengyun glared at him with contempt and sneered. "Tell me, what wine in this world could possibly sell for a million? The seller would have to be an idiot, and the buyer a fool!"
Liu Xiaoxiao froze, wondering to herself: How could wine like that exist?
Hua Ruyu giggled. "Senior Brother Dongfang, have you had a couple of drinks and gone mad with the liquor?"
"What?" Dongfang Jian swept his gaze over the three of them as if they were idiots. Nalan Fengyun grew even more confused.
He thought for a moment, then said, "You're a rich young master, yet you know so little. What spirit wine in this world could possibly sell for a million Spirit Stones?"
In Nalan Fengyun's eyes, wine was wine, water was water, with a few spirit herbs mixed in. How could it be worth that much?
Unless it was an immortal brew that could save a life, or divine wine that could make someone ascend in a single step, there was no way.
Otherwise, what else could it be but madness?
"Sure."
Wang Xian stared blankly at the empty cup in his hand and sighed. "It's just that I won't be leaving so soon. I have to go back to Phoenix City and see my master first."
A trace of sorrow crossed his face as he spoke.
It seemed he had thought of his current circumstances...
His master, Old Zhang, had said he'd forgotten many things from the past. If he went to Sword City, would he still be able to find the wine shop tucked away at the end of that alley?
At the thought, the wine in his mouth suddenly tasted like nothing.
Dongfang Jian hadn't expected Wang Xian to agree so readily. He clapped his hands and laughed. "No