In the blink of an eye.
When Qin Ming came back to his senses and saw his surroundings clearly again, he discovered that he had already been brought to an unfamiliar area.
Fortunately, it was not too far from the Ice Race's spirit domain.
The methods of Mahayana Stage cultivators truly defy comprehension. This was Qin Ming's most immediate impression.
In but an instant, he had been brought to a mountaintop that resembled a paradise beyond the world.
Mountain streams and waterfalls flowed everywhere, while spirit birds and beasts flitted through the landscape.
After bringing Qin Ming here, the dwarf elder entered a stone pavilion, sat down, and invited him to take a seat.
Judging from this Spirit Realm Mahayana cultivator's words and bearing, he did not put on any lofty airs. Instead, he seemed remarkably approachable.
"Young Friend Qin, please sit."
After the dwarf elder sat down, he took a weathered tangerine-peel wine gourd from his robes. Leisurely, he produced two wine cups and poured one for each of them.
Rather than hurriedly questioning Qin Ming, he could not wait to start sipping his wine.
From this action alone, Qin Ming could tell that this senior was an utter lover of wine.
"Then this junior thanks Senior for the wine."
He lifted the cup and drained it in one gulp, not the least bit worried that a dignified Mahayana Stage ancestor would tamper with his drink.
Seeing Qin Ming's straightforward nature, the dwarf elder smiled and asked,
"Well? Young Friend Qin, how does this old man's Xuanlu Hanyu Spirit Brew taste? It was brewed with many Seventh Rank spirit materials, supplemented by Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Jade Divine Milk. To find the spirit cavern that produced that divine milk, this old man ran all over the place before finally locating it."