The subordinate froze at the sound, disbelief in his eyes.
"Holy King..."
To him, with Yi Feng's current status and renown, the visitor was utterly unworthy of knowing him. The claim of being old friends was so unbelievable that he found it hard to accept for a moment.
Yi Feng did not care about outsiders' opinions and merely gave a casual instruction.
"Later, bring him in. Then prepare several dozen jars of Peach Blossom Brew. No one is allowed to enter the garden and disturb us."
Upon hearing this, the subordinate's eyes widened.
"This..."
"Holy King, with your current identity and standing, how can you drink Peach Blossom Brew? That is nothing but inferior liquor for commoners, no more than five taels of silver a whole jar. It is absolutely unworthy of you!"
Hearing such worldly notions, Yi Feng turned back with a smile.
"Inferior liquor?"
"I do not think so."
"As the saying goes, one man's honey is another man's poison. Some things cannot be judged merely by their surface value. Perhaps you do not understand—what ordinary people see as low-grade wine may be immortal brew in another's eyes, something no amount of gold can buy. Its flavor is not something outsiders can comprehend."
"Go on, and remember: no one is to come disturb us."
The subordinate was thoroughly stunned, his face full of bafflement.
Yet since Yi Feng had spoken, he could only accept the order and leave.
Not long after.
The man in black was brought into the garden. Peach Blossom Brew filled the jade table; the wine was as mellow and fragrant as ever, and the man was as carefree and unrestrained as he had been in the past.
Seeing the man in black seated opposite him, Yi Feng personally poured the wine, utterly unconcerned with