Sighing had barely stopped.
Suddenly, a flash of spiritual light appeared in the hall, and nine jars of liquor appeared on the table out of thin air. Seeing this, the elderly man's dim eyes suddenly widened.
"This, this... My dear Yao'Er, where did this liquor come from?"
The old man instinctively swallowed a gulp of water. Being just a step away from the Upper Three Grades realm, he was now unsettled, feeling thirsty, and hope suddenly reborn in his heart.
Perhaps he might have the chance to break through the Great Cultivator realm this lifetime, and the Li Family might survive this calamity!
Li Yao then detailed the encounter on the Black Whale. Hearing that Lin Langtian punched back the witch of the Jiao Blood gang, his eyes narrowed slightly, pondering something unknown.
And upon hearing from Li Yao that the liquor exceeded ten jars and could be purchased on the first of each month henceforth, his eyes couldn't conceal the lightning-like brilliance that erupted from them.
