Uncle Niu once said that fine wine is like life: the longer it ages, the richer its flavor.
Mo Qi never used to understand what that meant.
But now, ever since he set foot on the path of the Martial Dao and experienced its many trials, he was starting to understand.
'Looks like it's time to get back to brewing wine.'
Mo Qi figured that with his Nine Transformations into Spirit Body, he probably wouldn't get knocked flat by a single cup of wine anymore.
'If I open Uncle Niu's Kitchen God restaurants all over the world one day, it would be a complete joke if I didn't have fine wines to pair with the Medicinal Cuisine.'
'Purple Sky Thunderbolt... Purple Sky Wine... Heh heh.'
'This damned turtle didn't come here to fight me. He came to give me a present!'
"So, human whelp, are you scared? Having regrets?" the Armored Profound Turtle sneered.
The Purple Sky Thunderbolt was a form of Immortal Tribulation!
