Dongbo Xueying feared that the other party would directly search his soul. If that happened, he likely would not even have time to arrange everything properly. Whether it was leaving behind the first diagram's ultimate technique of the Nine Cloud Emperor, the spatial imprint of the golden-armored-grade nest, and so on, all of it required time. Fortunately, the Sacred Master was exceedingly patient.
"How is my wine?" The Sacred Master sat cross-legged atop the black stone bed, smiling.
"Fine wine. Of all the fine wines I have tasted, Sacred Master's wine is absolutely qualified to rank first," Dongbo Xueying said. He was not speaking falsely.
The Sacred Master smiled. "This wine can only be drunk here with me. It existed only in the earliest days of the Primordial Ancient Sage Realm, and it all fell into my hands. Now, even drinking it..."