"Why would you send someone to rescue us?" Li Mu asked directly.
Zhao Feng was calm and composed. He picked up the wine pot and poured a cup of wine for Li Mu and himself.
"The best wine from the Immortals' Liquor House. Won't you two generals have a sip?" Zhao Feng lifted his cup and took a drink.
Seeing Zhao Feng's unhurried demeanor, Li Mu looked somewhat helpless, but he did not refuse. He lifted his cup and took a sip.
This sip indeed made Li Mu's eyes light up.
"This is truly fine wine."
"I have been stationed at the Northern Frontier for years, and I drink strong spirits every Winter Solstice. I have tried all sorts of fine wines in the world, but today's liquor is exceptionally potent," Li Mu said with surprise.
Hearing his general say this, Sima Shang, who had remained still, immediately picked up his cup and took a drink. His eyes also lit up. "Good wine."
Seeing their expressions, Zhao Feng smiled faintly and set down his cup. "Do you know who wanted to kill you?"
