After several days of brewing, the tantalizing fragrance of Spirit Wine spread throughout the entire Lesser Spirit Realm.
It continually assailed their taste buds, drawing all three of Qin Ming's Spirit Pets over.
Drool streamed from the Devouring Sky Rat's mouth as it stared longingly at the wine vat on the ground. Swallowing hard, it asked:
"It smells so good! Master, what are you brewing?"
Qin Ming grinned mysteriously at them. "This is the legendary Demon Flame Wine. They say its flavor surpasses even the nectar and jade dew of the immortal palaces—even becoming a god wouldn't be worth trading it for. Hehe!"
"Ah?!"
"Is that really true? Is there truly such divine brew beneath the heavens?"
"Hehehe! Master, could I have just a tiny sip first?"
Qin Ming's words had thoroughly whetted the Devouring Sky Rat's appetite. It could no longer hold itself back, rubbing its little paws together as it asked.
Qin Ming shot it a glare. "What are you thinking? This Spirit Wine has only just been brewed. A fine wine like this needs to be cellared for ten years. Only after all the Spirit materials within have fully fermented and melded together can it be tasted and drunk."
"Drinking it now would be a terrible waste."
Only then did the Devouring Sky Rat understand. "Hehe, so that's how it is. What a pity... sigh! It actually takes ten whole years?"
"Haste makes waste. That temperament of yours needs a proper polishing."
"Here, I happen to have a job for you."
After considering it for a moment, Qin Ming spoke to the Devouring Sky Rat.
At the mention of another job, a trace of bitterness appeared on the Devouring Sky Rat's face.
Every time Qin Ming said something like this before, he either made it farm or