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"This is the Monkey King Wine? It feels as if the Origin Energy within my body’s been startled by its fragrance…." Nie Fen gazed at the Monkey King Wine within Nie Yuan’s hands with a scorching gaze.

"I never imagined that I’d be able to smell the wine fragrance of the Monkey King Wine in my lifetime...truly a blessing of three lifetimes." The old man had a deeply moved expression.

As for the person in concern, Nie Yuan, he was instead overjoyed as he put away the Monkey King Wine.

Nie Fen’s gaze descended onto Duan Ling Tian’s figure as he rubbed his palm and fist together. "Hehe...Little Tian, you…."

"Big Brother Nie, I’ll give you a drop of Monkey King Wine when you step into the Half-step Void Stage!" Nie Fen hadn't even opened his mouth when Duan Ling Tian guessed what he wanted to say.

It wasn't that he was stingy, but the Monkey King Wine within that small bottle gourd might not even amount to 30 drops, and every drop counted. Thus, he had to use it sparingly.