A Judgment

"Oh no, oh no! I've run into the master of the secret realm!"

After downing three cups of the other party's fruit wine in succession, Zhang Xuezhou fell over.

Even by the time Zhang Xuezhou woke up in the real world, he still hadn't regained consciousness in that pavilion.

He recalled the old man's tone of voice and compared it with the Buddha Child's tone and attitude. At once, he realized something was wrong.

If the person he had met wasn't a form assumed by the Buddha Child, then he had to be someone from the secret realm.

The old man had mentioned nine great medicinal ingredients. Anyone extravagant enough to use bitter almonds, silver fruit, drunken peaches, dried jasmine fruit, thousand-year-old ginseng, Profound-Penetrating Grass, ginseng fruit, Exquisite Fruit, and five-hundred-year-old Solomon's seal to make wine-Zhang Xuezhou didn't need to think to know who such a person was.

Zhang Xuezhou's pill-refining skills were average, but his theoretical knowledge was exceptionally solid.

Zhang Xuezhou might not have recognized the nine great medicinal ingredients the old man mentioned, but he had undoubtedly heard some of their names.

The medicinal ingredient most commonly used in high-grade pills was old ginseng, and the other party's was even a thousand years old.

"Do I actually have to learn how to make wine?"

Zhang Xuezhou thought for a few seconds, then began searching online for relevant theoretical material.

He thought back over his conversation with the old man and knew full well that he knew little about him. If he couldn't make use of the only preference the old man had shown, he would have a hard time getting away.

Just as Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't mind stepping on an ant, in the secret realm master's eyes, there was probably no difference between him and an ant.