Qin Feng saw the embarrassed look on the Slovenly Daoist's face and waved his hand, smiling lightly, "Forget it, your wine is too precious, I'll skip it! Anyway, I've already memorized the ingredients—someday I'll find them myself and brew a gourd on my own!"
Jin Yu'er and Feng Ling both let out a giggle at that.
The Slovenly Daoist didn't bother being polite with Qin Feng and simply stashed away his own wine gourd, looking every bit the stingy upstart.
Who could blame him? To refine this single gourd of wine, he'd endured pain others couldn't even begin to imagine.
He'd thought these young folk would have at most a bowl, but now they wanted to down all of it.
One pot of wine might be nothing to others, but for him, it was a crucial supply for his whole year's cultivation.
