Just as Huo Hai's thoughts were running wild, Old Wine Insect suddenly pulled him over. "Huo Hai, hurry up. You already said you'd use Fine Wine Insects to help me process this wine. Hurry, hurry—we're not giving any to those old geezers." Old Wine Insect was no different before his elders, just as genuine inside as out, but his words were rather headache-inducing.
"What? You said this kid has Fine Wine Insects? Right, I remember now. This kid seems to be an Insect Spirit Master, and the outside world even gave him the title of Insect King. Little friend, if you can truly produce Fine Wine Insects, we'll acknowledge you as the Insect King."
Old Wine Insect rolled his eyes. "What acknowledgment? Do we need you to acknowledge him? Huo Hai, ignore these old bastards. Let's deal with this wine quickly." Before the fine wine had finished brewing, no one in the Wine Immortal Sect would touch it recklessly.
This was one of these drunkards' principles: if they drank, they drank only the best. But once the fine wine had been processed, whether it could be kept safe—and how much of it could be kept—would depend on everyone's abilities. Swindling, cheating, sneaking around like thieves—these people would do anything for fine wine. But right now, Old Wine Insect had nothing to worry about.
Huo Hai secretly glanced around a few times. Sure enough, no one was touching Old Wine Insect's wine jars at all. They were perfectly safe.
Nodding, Huo Hai asked, "Are these the wine jars?" Old Wine Insect nodded forcefully, his eyes brimming with anticipation. "All right, then open these jars." The moment Huo Hai spoke, Old Wine Insect immediately got to work.
As he opened the wine jars, he grumbled unhappily, "You bastards keep stealing wine whenever