Jiang Feng even thought that Bai Yang might have to leave the sect and venture into the bustling mortal market below the mountain gate to buy the ingredients he needed.
Being able to prepare all these ingredients within an hour was already beyond his expectations.
"I asked for a few more jugs for you, so you can drink to your heart's content."
Bai Yang crushed the clay sealing the bottle, carefully removed the soil, and then poured a bowl for Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng picked up the yellow rice wine, not rushing to drink but taking a sniff first, then took a small sip. He found that the yellow rice wine from the Blood Domain wasn't as strong as that from Central Earth. It went down smoothly but lacked a certain punch.
He recalled drinking wine with Uncle Huo in the past.
Both of them would quickly grab a piece of steaming white tofu after a drink to counteract the punch, always eating until they were sweating profusely, savoring the taste.
Then Jiang Feng took another gulp.
