Lin Tian knew a fair amount about wine. Once unsealed, it was nothing like Chang'e had claimed; it did not spoil so easily.
That was merely a lie she had told to trick him into drinking.
Lin Tian's eyes lit up. Could Chang'e be trying to get me drunk and take me back to the Taiyin Star?
He sneered. With his Quasi-Saint strength, no wine could get him drunk. As for whether it was poisoned, he still needed to make sure.
Then, relying on his keen sense of smell, Lin Tian drew in the wine's aroma and examined its ingredients. He detected nothing harmful.
Lin Tian smiled. "Miss Chang'e, could it be that you want to share a drink with me?"
Chang'e froze at his words, then waved her hands. "Martial Ancestor, I don't enjoy drinking. I can sing and dance for you instead."
Chang'e knew the strength of this Osmanthus Wine all too well. One jar would surely send Lin Tian to sleep for several years. If she drank it herself, wouldn't that delay her plans?
"In that case, sing and dance to liven things up."
Lin Tian smiled faintly. He finally understood how Chang'e intended to scheme against him.
So she wanted to use her beauty to lure him to the Taiyin Star. Since that was the case, he would certainly play along.
Then Lin Tian lifted a wine jar with one hand and took a mouthful of strong wine.
The Osmanthus Wine tasted refreshing at first, but as it flowed down his throat, it left a fiery sensation. Its rich fragrance spread through the air, its flavor full and robust.
It was dozens of times finer than the wine Lin Tian had drunk with the Ancestral Witches.
To think such wonderful wine existed in this world.
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