Slender West Lake, A Person of the Evil Sky Pavilion

'What's that supposed to mean? I think I won't be able to escape from this...' Pan Litian raised his arms helplessly and gave Lu Zhou a thumbs-up. 'The older, the wiser. I'll admit defeat.'

Little Yuan'er was baffled by this.

Pan Litian coughed. It seemed like he had just remembered something as he looked up and said, "Will there be enough wine for me?"

"There's more than enough wine for you."

"Century-old wine?"

"Century-old wine."

"Good."

Brewing wine was not a difficult task.

A few centuries ago, Ji Tiandao was someone who loved wine. He would order wine to be brewed every year. The older the wine, the tastier it was. Whether it was brewed from five crops, glutinous rice, or yeast, the best of brewing methods required time.

The Evil Sky Pavilion was in no short supply of century-old wine. Moreover, the stock could be replenished if needed.