"Such delicious food, how could it be without wine?" Old Priest really is quite demanding, but Julian Reed was already prepared: "Look, what is this?" Unexpectedly, the usually wine-loving Rufus Clark, whose eyes would light up at the sight of good wine, now regarded it as worthless: "Such inferior wine, how could it possibly match such delicious food?" Julian Reed retorted angrily, "You old fool, don't talk nonsense: this is twenty-year-old Nu'er Hong, I spent a fortune to buy it when I came down the mountain today." Old Priest chuckled, reached into his robe, and pulled out a huge green gourd: "Come, take a look at this!"

Old Priest pulled out the stopper and gently shook the gourd. A leisurely fragrance slowly drifted out, lingering around the three of them for a long time! Julian Reed, a connoisseur of wine, could tell it was good just by smelling it. He sniffed a few times: "Good wine, good wine, truly exceptional wine!" Even Gordon Brooks could tell that this aroma was no ordinary thing: "What kind of wine is this?" Old Priest carefully put the lid back on the gourd, afraid that even a single drop might spill.

"This is Grant the Fourth's treasured stash, a one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old Liuquan fine brew." As Old Priest spoke, Julian Reed didn't react much, but to Gordon Brooks, it was like a thunderclap: the fourth-generation Wine God of the Wine God Valley had become Grant the Fourth. In the Wine God Valley, there is a spring of immortal water and an abundance of wild fruits on the mountain; apart from the secret Drunken Sun Divine Art, which is an exceptional and superior technique, the wine-brewing skills passed down through generations are also unparalleled in the cultivation world. Especially the Liuquan fine brew, made with spring water and wild fruits according to the "Divine Brewing Formula," is world-renowned. However, the Wine Gods of each generation have always been stingy, and this fine brew rarely falls into the hands of outsiders. A one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old Liuquan fine brew is even more unattainable. The fourth-generation Wine God, Zachary Grant, is not only stingy, but has also cultivated the Drunken Sun Divine Art to the seventh level, making him a top expert in the Nascent Soul stage.

Yet such a master is still extremely stingy, personally guarding his wine cellar door every day, afraid that others might steal his precious wine. Gordon Brooks was amazed: Who exactly is this Rufus Clark, to be able to obtain Old Grant's fine wine?

Julian Reed was already preparing to snatch it. With a piece of spirit beast meat in his mouth, he was about to rush forward with both hands. Old Priest quickly shielded the wine gourd with one hand: "Don't rush, don't rush. Since I've taken it out, of course I'm going to let you all have some. I've freeloaded off you quite a bit these days, and today I've eaten spirit beast meat again, so I have to show some appreciation." Only then was Julian Reed satisfied: "That's more like it!"

Old Priest took out three wine cups. Gordon Brooks frowned as he saw him take the cups out from his filthy clothes: "Shouldn't you wash those cups first?" Rufus Clark grinned, completely unconcerned: "Then don't drink." Gordon Brooks shook his head, helpless.

The wine cups looked even more extraordinary, with a blue glow flowing along the walls and a purple vortex swirling in the center. Julian Reed's eyes lit up immediately. Although he didn't recognize the "Qingming Ziyun Cup," he could tell at a glance that these cups were no ordinary items.

"This thing, it's worth a lot, right?" Julian Reed asked. Old Priest replied disdainfully, "Tch, all you think about is money. This is Old Priest's treasure, so don't even think about it." Having his intentions exposed, even Julian Reed felt a bit embarrassed despite his thick skin, and he gave a couple of awkward laughs, saying no more, just waiting to drink.

Old Priest raised his hand, and the three cups floated in midair. The green gourd was opened, and three streams of clear wine flew out from the mouth of the gourd, landing steadily in the cups. "Hey, do you want to drink?" Old Priest asked Gordon Brooks. Gordon Brooks saw that the cups looked quite clean, and besides, with such fine cups and such fine wine, it would be a shame not to drink! "Drink, of course I'll drink." Old Priest smiled, as if he had expected this. With a wave of his palm, the three cups of wine flew in three directions, one to each person. Julian Reed grabbed his cup and downed it in one gulp. Old Priest shook his head: "Drinking like a cow, you're really wasting my fine wine." Over there, Gordon Brooks acted very professionally, slowly sipping the wine into his mouth, letting it swirl around his tongue so that every taste bud could savor it, and only then swallowing it carefully.

"Fragrant in the mouth, clear and refreshing down the throat, reaching the internal organs! Excellent wine, truly worthy of the Wine God's reputation!" Gordon Brooks praised. Although he had heard of the Liuquan fine brew, he had never tasted it before—this was his first time. Old Priest had just brought the cup to his lips, but upon hearing Gordon Brooks's words, he suddenly stopped and asked, "How do you know this was brewed by the Wine God?" Gordon Brooks thought to himself, Oh no, I've slipped up. "Didn't you just say so yourself?" "Did I?" Rufus Clark, already tipsy from the first sip, was a bit muddled and couldn't remember clearly. He thought for a moment, but being a rather confused person to begin with, he didn't figure it out, so he just shook his head and finished his cup.

Gordon Brooks thought to himself, That was close—good thing this Old Priest is a bit muddle-headed.