Wenren Wushuang carefully carried the bottles of Heavenly Restoration Wine towards the training field with a numbed look on his face.
"A bottle of wine that is worth one small city. A bottle of wine that is worth one small city." Wenren Wushuang muttered silently with his shaking lips.
The soldiers training in the field already saw Wenren Wushuang coming towards them, but they ignored his dumb look and focused their gazes on the bottles of wines he was carrying.
Their eyes lit up after realizing what it was.
"Lord Wenren, are those wines?" The soldiers asked with their eyes shining.
"Wines?" Wenren Wushuang's eyes regained clarity when he heard the soldiers. He then flashed a smirk similar to a homeless man who had seen a pot of gold.
The soldiers were confused when they saw the normally silent Lord Wenren displayed such an evil smirk.