Yang Lang looked at the old man as a smile appeared on his face. He nodded and said, "Old Wu, bring me some wine!"
Raising his eyes to look at Yang Fang, Old Wu reached out his hand first. Yang Lang took out a Divine Stone and placed the stone in Old Wu's hand.
Old Wu kept the Divine Stone first, then he actually gave the jar of wine in his arms to Yang Lang, and said with a slightly turbid voice, "There's still half left, you're a lucky boy. If you can't finish it, bring it back to me."
Old Wu smiled as he took out a missing bowl and placed it on the counter.
Yang Lang didn't say anything. He took away the wine jar and bowl, casually finding a table and sitting down. He poured a bowl full of wine, raised his head, and took a big gulp.
The strong alcohol flowed from his throat into his stomach, and very quickly, Yang Lang felt his body heat up, as if there was a flame burning within him.
"Good wine."