Three kinds of wine, three cups of wine.
They were now set before Zhu Fuxian.
The Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice Wine was silky and crisp on the palate, its sweetness carrying the fresh fragrance of grass and wood.
The Supreme-Grade Yellow Rice Wine was sweet, mellow, and full-bodied, its wheat fragrance mingling with a faint toasted aroma.
The Supreme-Grade Iceheart Jade-Flask Wine was like melted snowwater, its body carrying a throat-piercing chill.
After tasting them one by one, Zhu Fuxian narrowed his eyes, looking deeply satisfied as he savored the lingering flavors.
Xu Changqing raised a cup. It was not one of the three wines he had brewed, but Zhu Fuxian's Bamboo-Green Wine. After taking a small sip, he said, "It was like this. There was nothing for me to do in Profound Heart City, so I wanted to come back. Not long after I left, an explosion suddenly occurred..."
It was still that same matter.
The course of events was still the same.
It was only that, compared with his first explanation to Li Lingbi and the others, he went into slightly more detail this time.
After hearing him out, Zhu Fuxian waved a hand and said calmly, "As long as you're alive, this old man doesn't care about anything else."
Xu Changqing sighed in relief and continued, "I didn't expect this to delay me for a whole month. I nearly missed the third assessment in the Outer Spirit Fields."
Zhu Fuxian reminded him, "See things through from beginning to end. Quite a few outer disciples became regular disciples because of you."
There had been thirteen people in the first quarter.
There were sixteen in the second quarter, including Miao Huayu.
Xu Changqing had broken the record twice in a row, leaving many people greatly shocked.
Some had even suggested