In front of Elder Miao's small building.
The Grand Elder stood with his hands behind his back, his aura completely enveloping the small building.
Zhang Moshan and Yang Wudi also stood behind the Grand Elder. Their expressions were somewhat frozen, as if they were wooden sculptures, seemingly soulless, and they had been unable to catch their breath for a long time.
Standing within the barrier of the Grand Elder's aura, they could still hear voices coming from the small building behind them:
"Drink this? Our replenishing wine from the Northern Wilderness."
"Drink mine instead, fine wine from thirty thousand years ago."
"Can this thing even last that long without spoiling? Thirty thousand years? The Spiritual Energy in the wine must have dissipated long ago."
