Although Ye Lin had not drunk much wine himself, nor did he know much about tasting it.
He could still tell whether a wine was good or bad.
This wine gave him a very different feeling.
Though its taste was not particularly good, the sensation it brought was truly extraordinary.
"Of course. Drink too much of this wine, and even a Daluo Golden Immortal will get drunk."
"It is precisely because of this trait that I come here so often. Every time I come, I drink myself into a helpless stupor."
"For people like us, perhaps this is the only way to numb ourselves."
Wang Zheng laughed heartily.
Ye Lin merely smiled and shook his head.
That was true. It was exceedingly difficult for a Daluo Golden Immortal to get drunk.
How powerful was a Daluo Golden Immortal's Primordial Spirit? Ordinary wine could not affect one in the slightest.
This wine was indeed extraordinary.
"May I ask, fellow Daoist, are you from Heaven Province?"
While drinking, Wang Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Lin.
Ye Lin nodded lightly, with no intention of concealing it.
"It seems I guessed right."
"To be honest, fellow Daoist, I am from Heaven Province as well."
Wang Zheng smiled faintly, then began drinking in silence.
"Then how did you get in, fellow Daoist?"
Looking at the empty wine jar in his hand, Ye Lin asked.
"Heh..."
Wang Zheng gave a soft laugh and produced another jar of wine with a flick of his wrist, setting it before Ye Lin.
"My closest friend gave up his life to get me in here."
"Originally, he and I discovered a location where the defenses were weak. We could have slipped in through there."
"So we went there. Later, we ran into an ambush on the