"Traveler, could you drink a bit less, the Munk monkeys in the mountains have put all their recent batch of brew in here, you must leave some for me," the giant said with a hint of heartache.
"Monkey brewed wine?" Liu Zhenhan drank again heartily, smacking his lips, "Not bad, not bad at all!"
"This is a specialty of the Southern Cross Star Forest!" The giant said a little proudly: "Apart from us Ents, the Shepherds of the Trees, no one else has this privilege!"
"Ents, the Shepherds of the Trees?" Liu Zhenhan hasn't heard Helen mention this race before, he was puzzled.