Yet he still carried a wine gourd in his hand, taking sip after sip. Drinking with immense relish.
This old man was named Malakai. The Saint Lord of the Sol family, one of the Saint Lineages.
The territorial power of the Sol family wasn't considered robust, but they extremely excelled in alchemy and refining medicine. Possessing a unique, exclusive alchemy method passed down from their ancestors.
Relying on their peerless medicinal pills, they traded with the major Saint Lineages, exchanging for various resources.
Therefore, among all the Saint Lineages currently, they firmly ranked as an existence within the top five.
And the reason the Sol family could be so prosperous and strong, half the credit had to go to this old drunkard in front of him, Malakai Sol.
He loved wine as much as his own life, could not go a single day without getting drunk.
However, even when he was dead drunk, his brain always remained clear. Able to make the wisest and most correct decisions.
