Zhan Lan took the antidote pill, covered his nose with his sleeve, coughed lightly, and fooled his way through.
Mu Yan withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhan Lan, "Meteor, where is it?"
Zhan Lan rubbed his eyes and said, "Maybe I was seeing things!"
Mu Yan uncovered the jar of wine, and the aroma of Lidu Wine filled the air.
Zhan Lan felt as though he had returned to his past life just with that scent.
Mu Yan glanced at Zhan Lan's expression, seemingly interested in the wine.
He personally poured a cup for Zhan Lan, who then took a sip.
The taste was like drinking nectar, like bathing in sweet dew, bringing about a transcendent feeling.
"What a fine wine!" Zhan Lan squinted his eyes contentedly.
Mu Yan curved his lips into a light smile, moved by Zhan Lan, who he considered the greatest wine lover among women he had met.
Zhan Lan, boosted by the wine, said, "Lord Mu, you are truly a good person, I owe you favors, yet you still treat me to wine!"