"Ugh!"
Xu Xiaoshou, who had just sent Aunt Xiang away, was still unaware of the major events that took place at the Saint Mountain around the same time. He was still retching in Aunt Xiang's room.
"Mi Zao Spring, foot washing water..."
"The Drunken Immortal Brew is such a good brew. Why would you use water that was used for washing feet as the original liquid?"
Aunt Xiang had explained that even though Qing Quan Zhuo Zu had used the spring water at the foot of He Ting mountain to wash his feet and the Drunken Immortal Brew was also made from the same source of water that was about a hundred years old, the two were simply incomparable.
Even if someone else had washed their feet in this spring water back then, after so many years, it would have long lost its smell.
Xu Xiaoshou still felt a little disgusted.