"What wine?"
Zhou Yan glanced at the masked figure.
This was someone whose cultivation could not be discerned.
Perhaps he had no cultivation, or perhaps his cultivation was very strong.
Zhou Yan did not delve further, nor did he need to.
As the Holy Spirit Evil Venerate, what hadn't he experienced? Just a peculiar person.
"Any wine is fine. You'll drink whatever matches your mood."
The masked person spoke.
His figure was cloaked in a black robe, revealing neither his physique nor whether his voice was male or female.
However, Zhou Yan had no interest in probing. If he did probe, the world would eventually have nothing to hide from him.
"Alright, drink up."
Zhou Yan said.
The masked person handed over the wine jug directly.
The wine jug emitted no aroma, nor any scent of wine.
The masked person had clearly drunk from it before, yet handed it over to Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan was not picky and opened the jug, tilting his head back to drink.
The wine had no taste.
