People came and went in the bustling wine shop.
Most were here to buy fine wine.
The wine shop was quite famous on Red Water Peak.
Especially under the Shopkeeper's management, which had taken the business to new heights.
At the moment, however, the Shopkeeper wasn't paying attention to the business outside.
He was still tasting wine and revising his recipes.
He hoped to brew a fine wine he could be satisfied with.
Although he had failed twice, he wasn't anxious. He preferred to take his time.
That was his nature—to remain perfectly calm even if a mountain were to collapse before him.
He believed that no matter what one did, one needed to be sufficiently calm.
But suddenly, he heard the sound of panting from a corner of the room.
"In such a hurry?" the Shopkeeper asked without looking up.
"Shopkeeper, something's happened," a slightly anxious voice called out from the corner.
"What is it?" the Shopkeeper asked, his mind still on the wine recipe.
