"Well then, if you're not in the mood, I'll just drink it alone."
Seeing that Mao Ruxue was not interested in a drink, Chen Chang'an did not push further.
Instead, he picked up the wine cup and y sighed, sipping alone.
The Immortal Spirit Monkey Wine, truly deserving of its reputation throughout the Wuxiang realm.
Such a taste, it's just delightful.
Unfortunately, there's too little of it.
Yes, far too little.
Even if people keep bringing it daily, the final count is just a dozen or so jars.
Once he'd drained those, there'd be nothing left.
"Maybe I should rear some of these spirit monkeys and brew my own wine?"
A thought suddenly flashed through Chen Chang'an's mind.
With his power, catching a few Immortal Spirit Monkeys capable of wine brewing wouldn't be a problem.
After some thought, though, Chen Chang'an abandoned the idea.
The brewing time for Immortal Spirit Monkey Wine was just too long.
A hundred years!