Fu Xi of course knew that Yang Yan was deliberately joking, and couldn't help but laugh and scold: "Alright, this wine, even if a True Immortal drinks it, is extremely beneficial. Now that you have touched the threshold of becoming a True Immortal, this wine can shorten the time for you to become a True Immortal. What you lack most now is time."
Yang Yan naturally understood the benefits of this fine wine; otherwise, he wouldn't have asked for it again.
At this moment, the sound of the grand Dao kept roaring inside Yang Yan. Countless insights into the rules emerged in his mind, and he was momentarily lost in a wondrous state where he forgot both himself and the outside world.
It was unknown how long it took for Yang Yan to gradually regain consciousness, and his cultivation had improved a bit.
Although it didn't seem particularly obvious, this bit of progress was nonetheless precious to him at this moment.
