After walking into the pavilion, Lin Hao unceremoniously threw himself onto the comfortable, large bed.
Chu Yanwu hurried forward and slapped open a jar of fine wine.
The moment the wine jar was slapped open, an incredibly rich aroma erupted and soared into the air.
GULP!
Chu Yanwu swallowed hard, staring at the jar of wine as if he were gazing upon a peerless beauty, naked and reclining.
The few jars of wine he had brought out were personally buried thousands of years ago by the estate's first master, a man known as the Heavenly Lord.
A single small cup of such wine could be described as priceless.
Because Chu Yanwu knew this was not merely wine; it contained many precious Spirit Medicines.
Chu Yanwu gulped several times before snapping back to his senses and preparing to pour some wine for Lin Hao.
But to his surprise, Lin Hao suddenly reached out, grabbed the opened jar, and started chugging it straight from the opening.
Chu Yanwu was suddenly stunned.
