"A monkey?"
"Wine Monkey, to be precise. And guess what? This one was the leader of its pack when hunters raided their nest."
The middle-aged man spoke as he pointed to the massive head of the monkey. As the name suggests, this type of beast was called a Wine Monkey because of its unique ability to produce wine.
Such wines were highly prized among cultivators for their purity and taste. Unlike pills or absorbed spirit stones, there was no toxin when drinking them.
The only drawback was the intoxication, which few cultivators saw as a real problem.
"So…do you want it?"
The shopkeeper asked Zhiran with hope.
"Let me see."
Zhiran didn't immediately agree. Although the sight of the wine monkey's severed head frozen in a joyful expression felt strange, he still decided to try.
After asking the shopkeeper for permission, Zhiran lifted the massive head and placed his hand atop it.
'System?'
He then asked in his mind, hoping he would get some prompt this time.
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