Two Human Immortals over six thousand years old sat in a small pavilion deep within the Daoist School, and the snow fell even more heavily. The pavilion was surrounded by a vast expanse of white snow, with a small clay stove in it, glowing red with coal, and the fragrance of wine from the heated pots was rich.
"Red Leaf Wine, it needs to be roasted on the bones of this Fiery Flame demon to catalyze its flavor..."
Although the Celestial Fool is not a fan of wine, he occasionally enjoys a drink with particular care.
This kind of Spirit Wine, ordinary people would immediately die from intoxication after just one sniff. Even Spirit Immortals would find it somewhat challenging to handle.
The Celestial Fool and Sikong Ling have been friends for countless centuries, and it was rare to meet even once in a hundred or so years, so of course, they had to have a drink.
