Something stirred in Lin Changheng's heart, and his smile faded slightly. "Cautious? Why do you say that, fellow Daoist?"
"Heh heh!"
The old Daoist Wu Jiu raised his cup to Lin Changheng again, twitched his nose, and narrowed his drunken eyes. "You didn't use your Divine Sense just now, but you used some special spirit-eye technique to look me over from head to toe."
"If my senses weren't so keen, with how refined your divine ability is, even a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator probably wouldn't have noticed a thing."
As he spoke, another cup of spirit wine went down his throat. He reached for the wine pot again, only to discover it was empty.
A trace of disappointment immediately appeared in his gaze as he looked at Lin Changheng.
Lin Changheng raised his brows slightly and sent a voice transmission directly to the palace-robed female cultivator waiting outside. Soft footsteps soon hurried away.
Then he said mildly, "Since I'm hosting, I can certainly afford a little spirit wine. I won't promise an endless supply, but I won't leave you unable to drink your fill either."
"How generous and broad-minded you are, fellow Daoist! It truly is my good fortune to make your acquaintance."
Wu Jiu laughed heartily and looked at Lin Changheng with delight.
Having said his piece, Lin Changheng turned the conversation back. "Are your senses so keen because you learned a special secret art, or were you born with them?"
His "divine light" probing, formed by combining three techniques based on the [Insight Otherworldly Art], had practically never failed or been detected. Yet this slovenly old Daoist of the same cultivation level had noticed it while burying himself in his wine.
The surprise left him unable to resist probing further.
"Senior, here is the Azure Cloud Roast