"Senior, would you be willing to elaborate?"
Wang Yi hopped off the back of the Three-Eyed Golden Lion, took out a Bronze Wine Vat, and tossed it to Li Xuanyu. "Senior, you're a Wine Sword Immortal. Would you care to taste this junior's wine from the Mortal Realm?"
Li Xuanyu caught the wine vat. He frowned for a moment but then broke the seal, tilted his head back, and took a drink. His eyes immediately brightened. "Excellent wine!"
The Bronze Wine Vat contained one of the three ancient wines produced by Wang Yi's ancestral business, the Bronze Winery. Its name was Drunken Immortal Elder, and it was already 5,000 years old upon bottling!
"If you like it, Senior, I have plenty more!"
Wang Yi took out a few more Bronze Wine Vats.
Li Xuanyu took a few more large gulps of the five-thousand-year-old vintage, a hint of delight appearing on his face. "I won't hide it from you. I ran out of wine eight thousand years ago. When I bound myself here, I haven't had a single drink since."
