The more they talked, the more they hit it off. Gui Wanhai smiled as he looked toward the wine gourd.
"Brother Yi, this wine of yours is mellow and fragrant. It must be a rare treasure, one not seen in ten thousand years, right?"
He had traveled the human world for tens of thousands of years. What fine wine had he not seen?
The reason he could cast aside his status today and praise the wine before him was naturally because he loved the house and its crow—Yi Feng was a rare kindred spirit.
Someone who understood wine and did not eat seafood was truly far too rare among human cultivators.
People often said that when one drank wine, one drank one's mood.
That was exactly how it was at this moment.
Before the fine wine had even passed his throat, Gui Wanhai was already overflowing with drinking spirit. He did not know how long it had been since he had felt such carefree joy.
Faced with the repeated praise, Yi Feng merely smiled without speaking.
This wine was indeed decent, but only decent. This green-haired young man was a man of temperament; Yi Feng was not about to become so pleased with himself that he floated away.
As he poured two full cups of wine, he answered with a smile.
"It's all right, I suppose."
"If there's a chance in the future, I'll let you try wine I brewed myself. It should taste a little better than this."
At those words, Gui Wanhai's eyes widened a little.
"Ah..."
"I never would have guessed that Brother Yi is also an expert at brewing wine. Admirable, truly admirable!"
Whether it was boasting or not, anyone who dared say such words had to be someone who truly understood wine. He ought to