She was about to stand up when she heard a voice.
"Is the Immortal Wine tasty?"
She was startled, instinctively looked up, and saw an elderly man in grey sitting on the tree. The elderly man was dirty and ssy as if he hadn't been bathed in a long ti. His hair and beard were white and silvery, but his complexion was rosy and had no wrinkles. He was looking at her with a bright smile that she couldn't figure out for a mont.
When did this elderly man get here? How could she not have known? And he also asked whether this Immortal Wine was tasty. Did he see what just happened? Her eyes flickered as she contemplated.
When she didn't respond, the elderly man jumped down from the tree and pointed to the wine on Feng Jiu's table. "Give a cup too!"
Feng Jiu turned to him. "This will get you drunk. Are you sure you want to drink it?"
"I'll just get a taste." The elderly man said with a grin. "I haven't had a drink in quite so ti. I'm craving for it."
When Feng Jiu saw this, she poured him a cup. After taking a sip from his cup, he frowned and looked disgusted. "It has no taste, just like water. How does this qualify as Immortal Wine? No, it's not tasty."
As he spoke, he splashed the wine behind him, put the cup on the table, and looked at Feng Jiu with a smirk. "How about I take you to drink a real Immortal Wine?"
The old man dragged her away before she could say anything, leaving no room for her to resist or reject. Feng Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the old man. Where on earth did this man co from? From close proximity, this person had a strong aroma of dicine; so, he should have been a person who dealt with dicinal pills year-round; however, she did not detect any dicinal scent on the tree.
"Senior, are you an alchemist?" Feng Jiu asked as she walked alongside him.
The elderly man in front of her returned her gaze with a smile and answered, "Yes! I am an alchemist."
They went deeper into the interior, past a small forest and a cave, until they reached a stream. The elderly man released Feng Jiu's hand, looked out into the stream, and said, "Wait for here."
The figure flitted by, hopping on his toes from rock to rock. A short ti later, he began digging up the area around a large tree in the stream's lower reaches, and not much longer after that, he unearthed a wine jar out of the soil that was located in the stream.
"Hahahaha, it's still here," Excitedly, he rushed over to Feng Jiu's side, his eyes narrowing with glee. "Let's go, I will let you taste the real Immortal Wine."
While he was talking, he walked to the opposite side of the forest and sat under a tree with a jar of wine in his hand, ready to open the jar and drink the wine. Feng Jiu said, "Wait a minute."
The elderly man looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Isn't it a pity to drink wine without at? I saw a flock of spirit fowls in the forest when I ca over earlier. What about catching two and roasting them?" Her eyes twinkled at the elderly man.
"Spirit fowl?" The elderly man asked with a bewildered expression. "Are you referring to the Phoenix-tailed spirit chicken?"
"Mm-hmm." Feng Jiu nodded. "I'm good at roasting chickens. Roasted chicken is a great complent to wine."
The elderly man's eyes lit up as he heard this and he exclaid, "Alright! Go ahead! I'll wait here." The elderly man said as he looked at her.
Feng Jiu nodded and turned around to leave.
When the elderly man watched the figure turn around and walk away, his eyes flickered with an inexplicable smile.
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