But that God of Time had not come. Had he misjudged? Had the God of Time simply never come at all?
"Master! All the fine wines you purchased are gone. Should the wine gathering continue?"
At that moment, an elderly man in a long robe respectfully bowed as he spoke. He had originally been the owner of this residence, but Zhao Fu had now brought him under control. Zhao Fu had promised not to kill him as long as he obeyed.
Zhao Fu thought for a moment. There was no need to continue the wine gathering; clearly, this method could not draw out the God of Time.
If the God of Time had not heard the news while being elsewhere, then there was nothing he could do.
But if the issue was the wine, perhaps it could be resolved. Though the fine wines here were valuable, they had all been bought with money, and thus were not rare enough.
Since money could buy them, the other party only needed to spend a little. For a god, money did not seem to be in such short supply, so perhaps the other party had learned the news but simply had not come.
Ruling out the possibility that he had not heard the news, only the second possibility remained.
But the key question was, where could Zhao Fu find those rare wines that could not be bought with money?
That gave Zhao Fu quite a headache.
"Aren't you holding a wine gathering? Why is there no wine? I want to drink!" At that moment, a dissatisfied shout rang out.
A woman who had just entered stood there, full-figured and dressed in a red gown. She had a beautiful face, luscious red lips, and a mature air about her, while an intoxicating fragrance of