In the first layer of the Underground Beehive Basement, Wen Yan sat in a room and released Huo Yong, placing some alcohol in front of him while he drank tea.
"I don't even know if you're some sort of ghost or what, but let's just try it. This is called alcohol. I wonder if you had this back then."
Huo Yong sniffed the scent of the alcohol. He indeed had never seen such a pure and distilled high-proof alcohol, as clear as water.
"Never seen this before. Back then, it was always fermented from piled-up rotten fruits. The taste is somewhat similar. Is this what you now call alcohol?"
"Yeah, it's called alcohol. Warriors have to drink strong liquor."
"Then why aren't you drinking it?"
"I don't think I'm qualified enough, so I drink tea instead." Wen Yan said seriously, holding his teacup.
Huo Yong was slightly stunned, secretly surprised that Wen Yan wasn't even qualified to drink the strong liquor?
