By the time Ye Lin reached the surface, Xuan Hu was standing in an alley nearby, staring down at the ground.
"Senior Brother Xuan Hu."
Hearing someone speak, Xuan Hu immediately looked up and saw Ye Lin standing before him.
Xuan Hu's eyes slowly drifted downward. When he saw the gourd in Ye Lin's right hand, his face lit up with excitement.
"Just as I thought. Wutong Brew! Junior Brother, you really are blessed."
Xuan Hu looked at the gourd in Ye Lin's hand with undisguised envy.
That was Wutong Brew! Outer Sect disciples like them would be lucky to get even a single drop in a whole year.
"Junior Brother, I'll give you twenty Mid-grade Spirit Stones for that gourd of Wutong Brew. How about it?"
As Xuan Hu spoke, twenty Mid-grade Spirit Stones appeared in his hand.
The twenty Spirit Stones gathered together, forming a dense cloud of spiritual energy.
Xuan Hu gazed at them longingly, as if all Ye Lin had to do was nod and they would be his.
Seeing Xuan Hu's reaction, Ye Lin looked puzzled. He tossed the gourd into the air, caught it, tossed it again, and caught it once more.
"Is this thing that valuable?"
"I won't sell it to you, Senior Brother. There's no need to ask."
At Ye Lin's words, the longing in Xuan Hu's eyes gradually turned to disappointment.
He'd been so close.
"Junior Brother, you have no idea. The Wutong Brew in the Outer Sect territory of Nameless Mountain is coveted even by Inner Sect senior brothers."
"Of course, its effects can't hold a candle to genuine spirit wines of heaven and earth, but its taste is absolutely unmatched."
"Sometimes, Inner Sect senior brothers even sneak in at night to steal it, throwing away all dignity."
Xuan Hu