The line was very long, and it moved at an exceedingly slow pace.
Yet everyone seemed remarkably well-mannered. No one cut in line, no one chatted idly; they simply followed along with the queue.
A full half hour passed before the line finally reached Yun Qiyue.
"Here is your Drunken Flower Brew. Please take it."
"Thank you."
Yun Qiyue reached out and accepted a uniquely shaped wine cup, then stepped aside.
Once Yun Qiyue had left, it was Ye Lin's turn.
"This is yours. Take it."
"Thank you."
Ye Lin gave a slight nod of thanks, then took the cup and walked away.
The cup had an especially distinctive design, resembling a miniature dragon head.
Using a dragon head to hold wine—it was hard for Ye Lin not to suspect that the beings here had some grudge against the Dragon Clan.
But that was none of Ye Lin's business.
Looking at the clear, crystalline wine in the cup, Ye Lin drank it all in one gulp.
After all, Yun Qiyue had drunk it too, which ruled out the chance of poison in the wine.
As the wine slid down his throat, it felt wonderfully pleasant.
Unlike the fiery spirits, this wine gave an exceptionally comfortable sensation, while also being incomparably rich and mellow.
Once it entered his stomach, a vast surge of energy began coursing through his meridians.
"Ah... refreshing."
Ye Lin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then heavily exhaled a mouthful of stale air.
When he opened his eyes, a glint of brilliance flashed through them.
What good wine—truly good wine.
Though Ye Lin rarely drank and knew little about wine tasting, even he had to admit that this was genuinely fine wine, truly fine wine.
It was dozens of times better than Immortal Peach Wine,