An Yuxing drank another cup of Thousand Cup Drunk, and this time, he savored it carefully.
"An Innate Martial Artist will feel an intense hot current after drinking this. If a Post-Heaven Martial Artist drinks it, they can mix in some water, but then it won't be wine anymore!" Yang Zhengshan also drank a cup.
An Yuxing shook his head. "What a pity. Its effects are rare, but I still prefer drinking Drunken Immortal Brew!"
Fine, what he liked was strong liquor with enough kick. Wine like Thousand Cup Drunk did not suit his taste.
Yang Zhengshan smiled. "Since you don't like it, then I won't give you any!"
"I never said I didn't like it. Don't try to fool me!" An Yuxing said in dissatisfaction.
Thousand Cup Drunk did not suit his palate, but its effects were something he could not refuse.
"There definitely won't be any this year. Next year, then! I'll give you a few jars next year!" Yang Zhengshan said with a smile.
An Yuxing instantly beamed. "That's more like it!"
"I won't take advantage of you either. One precious herb for one jar of wine!"
Yang Zhengshan nodded indifferently.
One precious herb for one jar of wine—he would be losing terribly.
But with An Yuxing, there was no need to quibble over such things.
Although An Yuxing felt that this Thousand Cup Drunk was extremely precious, he absolutely could not imagine that it was brewed from spirit fruit, so his appraisal of Thousand Cup Drunk's value was somewhat low.
The two of them drank and chatted idly, and only after a long while did An Yuxing finally turn the topic to proper business.
"What are your plans?" An Yuxing asked.
Yang Zhengshan looked at him and knowingly asked, "Plans for what?"
"Da Rong! Don't tell