The Snow White Monkey nodded and then stretched out its little paw to make a series of gestures.
Zhao Xue looked on in surprise, while Lin Xuan helplessly covered his face with his hand.
This fellow actually wanted to trade with him, and the item for the trade was the top-grade Spiritual Wine.
Previously, much of Lin Xuan's Spiritual Wine had been stolen by the Snow White Monkey. Nowadays, the Snow White Monkey had become picky and disdained ordinary Spiritual Wine, demanding that Lin Xuan refine a special brew for it.
Lin Xuan's forehead was covered in black lines; this Snow White Monkey was acting like a god and loved drinking—it hardly seemed like a monkey at all!
"Alright, I agree," Lin Xuan said helplessly.
The Snow White Monkey squinted its eyes into crescents, then took the small bowl from its head and placed it on the ground.
Then it began to circle around the bowl, continuously gesturing with its hands, and mysterious auras surged from its body.