Wang Chen was willing to be the sucker, and the tavern assistant naturally had nothing to say, immediately serving a pot of Hundred Flowers Intoxication to the old cultivator outside.
"Many thanks to the Upper Cultivator, thank you so much!"
The old cultivator, holding the pot with both hands, bowed deeply to Wang Chen from afar, his gratitude overflowing beyond words.
After expressing his thanks, he looked around warily and quickly darted into a nearby alley.
Presumably, he feared being robbed and was in search of a safe place to enjoy his drink slowly.
Seeing this, Wang Chen couldn't help but laugh silently and called the assistant over again: "How much more Hundred Flowers Intoxication does your establishment have? I'll take it all."
The taste of this spiritual wine was too good, filled with the fragrance of a hundred flowers, offering endless delight with every careful sip, most suitable for sitting quietly and drinking alone.