Ice-Fire Wine
"Haha... the Demon Race wanted Spirit Treasures, but our Wu Clan refused to let them have any! Back and forth, we snatched quite a few Spirit Treasures! Though many of them were taken by Ancestral Shaman Zhurong, melted down, and forged into weapons, plenty still remained. They were just taking up space in the Ancestral Witch Hall! So I found some and made them into tables and wine cups! And I have to say, drinking from these Spirit Treasures really is quite nice! Brother Ren... don't concern yourself with these Spirit Treasures. If you want some, come to the Ancestral Witch Hall another day, and I'll find you a few good ones! There are also several Creation Jade Butterfly Fragments in the Ancestral Witch Hall. If you need them, I can give them to you then! So don't overthink things. Let's keep drinking now—this is fine wine brewed by Xuanming Ancestral Shaman!"
Xingtian spoke so forthrightly that Ren did not know what to say. But since Xingtian had put it that way and was even willing to offer Creation Jade Butterfly Fragments, Ren naturally raised his cup. "Drink, drink..."
He stared at the liquor that emitted a chill, its fragrance still wafting through the air. He did not refuse it, merely raising his cup as his gaze swept the surroundings. Yet he did not find any trace of Ruthless. Though Ruthless had brought him here, after arriving, he had seen only Xingtian and not Ruthless.
However, Ren could sense that Ruthless was nearby.
Since Ruthless was nearby, Ren did not pay it much mind and directly drank the wine.
"Hiss..." Ren drained the cup in one gulp, instantly sucking in a breath of cold air before crying out, "So cold! No, so hot!"
As the liquor went down,