In the villa's reception hall, there were three other people besides Zhao Yuan's group.
The aura emanating from the three of them made it clear they were also Cultivators.
Ying Ji couldn't help but frown. She whispered, "Don't tell me these three are also here for the Thousand-Day Wine."
"Highly likely." Zhao Yuan's observations were far more detailed than Ying Ji's. "There's residue from medicinal herbs under their fingernails, and they carry a faint herbal fragrance. It's obvious they work with medicinal ingredients on a regular basis."
Hao Li leaned in. "Little Brother Zhao, are you saying the three of them are Pill Masters?"
Zhao Yuan nodded. "It's extremely likely!"
Ying Ji put it all together. "It seems this Fellow Daoist selling the Thousand-Day Wine is quite cunning. He invited us, but he also invited another group at the same time. He's trying to get us to fight it out so he can swoop in and take the prize for himself, maximizing his own profit!"
