"Guess."
Luo Feng did not answer directly, smiling as he looked at Yang Wan'er.
"So mysterious."
Yang Wan'er pouted her alluring red lips, opened the bottle stopper with her jade fingers, gently sniffed the bottle mouth with her delicate nose, and raised her beautiful Daimei eyebrows with a rather surprised expression.
"Miss, what kind of wine is this?"
Elder Qian stood five steps away and still caught a strong whiff of the wine. As someone knowledgeable in wine, he couldn't immediately identify it. Seeing Yang Wan'er's surprised expression, he couldn't help asking.
Yang Wan'er gently inhaled, sealed the bottle stopper, and softly spoke:
"The wine fragrance is thick and dominant; a mere whiff makes one feel slightly intoxicated. Moreover, the aroma contains a trace of evil Qi, as if countless ferocious beasts are hidden within. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the renowned Thousand Fierce Ten Thousand Poison Liquor of the Southern Forest Wild Tribe?"
