The old man snorted with laughter upon hearing this, "How could there be anything?"
"If there is nothing, then I just want to tell you, elder, that I also know a bit about brewing, but only the superficial aspects, beyond that I really don't know!" Xie Zhinuan said softly.
She took a few steps forward, "Elder, this wine of yours smells so fragrant, I could smell it from a long way off, and was drawn here by the scent. I wonder if you could offer me a cup to drink. In return, I'll give you a jar of good water as a reciprocal gift!"
"Good water?" The old man shook his head with a rueful laugh, "The waters of this world are all soaked with blood, where is there any good water left? Besides, where can one find a person who brews anymore? I, I can't brew wine anymore!" He said, chuckling softly.
He slowly slid down to the ground.
Taking a few more swigs of wine, he lifted one hand, shaking it.
"Broken, broken, hehehehe..." the old man said, as tears flowed down.