This was why Zhao Mo was so torn—he could not bear to give up the opportunity he had fought for, yet he was deeply resistant to the requirement of "loving alcohol."
To get close to Jiang Bo, the drunkard, he had truly worked hard over the years, even sacrificing all the profits from milk wine.
He was just one kick away from the finish line, yet he hesitated instead.
Seeing this, Xu Changqing patted his shoulder and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Jiang's brewing and wine-tasting techniques may look ordinary, but they are far from simple.
"If you can settle your heart, you may not be unable to carve out a path of your own.
"Besides, if you gave up such a hard-won opportunity over this, wouldn't all your previous efforts have gone down the drain?"
Zhao Mo nodded slightly after hearing this. "That's true."
Xu Changqing chuckled. "Opportunities vanish in the blink of an eye. Whether you can seize one depends on you."
Zhao Mo's thoughts gradually became clear. He then asked, "Did you need something from me?"
Only then did Xu Changqing get to the point. "I want to meet Valley Lord Mu through you."
Zhao Mo was greatly surprised. "You're the Grain Lord of the Spirit Fields now. Although your status is still a little below the Valley Lord's, can't you just go find him directly?"
Xu Changqing shrugged. "If I went directly, he might not give me face.
"Having an acquaintance build a bridge is better than ending up in an awkward situation."
Zhao Mo pondered for a moment. "All right, I'll help you get in touch with him."
Over the years, he had used the milk wine business to build an ever-growing network of connections.
Though he was still merely a disciple before the Valley Lord,