"What wine is this, fellow Daoist?"
Cheng Xinzhan asked.
The wine was rich, soft, and sweet on the tongue. At first, it tasted like pear juice, fragrant as spring dew and summer grass. As it passed down his throat, a trace of tartness emerged, like an early autumn breeze. Once he swallowed it, warmth spread through his belly, as though winter sunshine had warmed him through, inside and out.
After the spirit wine entered his belly, vast, pure spiritual energy transformed into magical power and surged toward his meridians and acupoints, leaving his entire body at ease.
This was a wine both gentle and powerful.
Just like its owner.
"Macaque Pear Wine."
Zhantao Rogue Person answered.
"Oh?"
Cheng Xinzhan raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile,
"How should I parse that? Pear wine brewed by macaques, or wine brewed from macaque pears? Let me guess. Such fine wine, passing from mouth to belly, feels as though it takes one through the turning of all four seasons. Such craftsmanship surpasses nature itself, beyond what human hands can achieve. This must be monkey wine?"
Zhantao Rogue Person nodded with a smile.
"Neither reading is wrong. This is macaque pear wine brewed by macaques. Your remark about the turning of the four seasons struck at its very essence, fellow Daoist. From picking the fruit to producing the finished wine, it takes more than five years."
Cheng Xinzhan nodded, not surprised in the least. Who did not know that the finest master brewers in this world all came from the monkey clans?
"Truly fine wine!"
He praised it, raising his cup for another sip, while thinking to himself that the monkey wine of Shu was extremely famous. Yet he had also heard that the monkeys there had exceedingly fierce tempers. Aside from those