That senior's wine... it must be fake, right? Thirty-thousand-year-old stuff?
Before the small building, Wu Wang moved a wooden chair to its usual spot. After sitting down, he clutched his forehead and drew in a sharp breath of cold air. This was the third day after getting drunk with his father-in-law, but the splitting headache from such a hangover still hadn't subsided. Looking at the people around him... The day the senior left, everyone he trusted, including the Grand Elder and Elder Miao, had announced they were going into seclusion. He didn't know if the senior had secretly given them some benefits, or if they simply couldn't accept the reality and each needed some time to digest it.
Was it really that big a deal to just have a drink with someone from the Shennong Family? Enough to get this worked up?
"AH—HISS—"
