"Chapter Master, I'll tell the Tower Master if you keep this up," the maid replied impatiently.
"I've never seen anyone make trouble in the Ten Thousand Ancient Tower."
"Perhaps my words are somewhat overbearing, but I'll give you two choices," Xu Zimo said calmly.
"Either I owe you a favor, and you give me a jar of Immortal Brewed Wine.
"Or I'll take it myself."
"If Immortal Brewed Island has none, then it has none. Even if you try to seize it, you won't get any," the maid said after drawing a deep breath.
"Immortal Brewed Island hasn't been making wine lately."
"Friend, don't make things difficult for her," someone said just then as the door to a private room beside them opened.
The words Qin Huang Island were written on that private room.
A middle-aged man walked out from within.
He looked quite powerful and influential, with two attendants following at his side.
"Immortal Brewed Island has been unsettled lately. They truly have no Immortal Brewed Wine.
"If you want to drink some, you can go upstairs and take a look. If anyone has stock left, you might be able to trade with them."
"Do you have any?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I don't," the middle-aged man shook his head and said. "But I can take you upstairs."
"Thanks," Xu Zimo replied.
He went with the middle-aged man toward the upper floors of the Ten Thousand Ancient Tower.
The maid snorted coldly, then shut the window.
"What should I call you, Dao Brother?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Xu Zimo."
"Zhou Ming of Qin Huang Island," the middle-aged man said with a smile, introducing himself as well.
Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
"Dao Brother Xu hasn't heard of my name?" Zhou Ming asked with a smile.
Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.