"We still have to wait."
Little Kingfisher flapped its wings and flew a circle around the guest room. Not finding any treasures it fancied, its mood dimmed, and it landed back on its master's shoulder.
"While they're not here yet, let's have a few sips of the wine I bought and try the taste."
Lin Qingluo was in high spirits. With a gentle wave of her slender hand, a soft spiritual power rolled ten jars of Spiritual Wine back, neatly arranged inside the meeting room.
Glancing at the wine jars, she smiled and took out a glass wine cup.
With a slap on the wine jar, the seal at the mouth dissolved, and the Spiritual Wine flowed like a stream into the wine cup.
"Master, try a sip and guess the age."
Little Kingfisher was in a playful mood, using its small wings to cover the label on the jar and not letting its master see.
"Sure."
Lin Qingluo had the same intention and raised the wine glass to take a sip, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.
"Have you guessed it?"