The bartender's reaction was naturally outside Ye Ting's considerations.
He was not surprised by the hooded woman's reaction. He casually uncorked the Sunlight Vintage and poured the glowing liquor into their glasses.
"Cheers."
The two crystal glasses clinked softly, producing a clear sound.
Ye Ting drained his glass in one gulp. The wine was rich and fragrant, with a hint of coolness. Once it entered his stomach, warmth spread through his entire body, as if he were bathing in the warm sun. It was an illusion bestowed by the magic within the Sunlight Vintage.
"How does it taste?"
Seeing the hooded woman take a small sip as well, Ye Ting asked.
"This glass is not bad, but the concentration of Sunlight Elixir added during brewing was a little too high, causing the magic in the wine to be overly vigorous. It makes one feel the scorching sun rather than warm sunlight. The brewer pursued the taste of sunlight too blindly and forgot that too much is as bad as too little..."
The hooded woman swirled her half-full glass as she spoke meaningfully.
Ye Ting frowned at her words.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Stop being so mysterious all the time. Is it fun acting like a riddle-speaker, Medivh?"
This mysterious woman in a cloak and hood was Medivh, the last Guardian of Tirisfal—the one who had once been possessed by Sargeras and, in Karazhan, had been defeated by Ye Ting together with her birth mother Aegwynn and the others.
Medivh was not surprised that he had called out her name. She simply pulled back her hood, revealing smooth, flowing black hair. Combined with her delicate features and lovely face, she would have been unmatched even among the strikingly beautiful High Elves.
Facing Ye Ting's questioning, Medivh