"Xia?"
Feng Bailing saw the character for 'Xia' written on the seal, unsure of its exact meaning.
She casually moved the jar down.
To Feng Bailing's surprise, when she moved the wine jar, there was still the sound of liquid inside.
"Even after all this time? The wine hasn't evaporated?"
Feng Bailing estimated that the Zuixian Inn should have existed for a few hundred years, wondering about the quality of the wine left by the predecessors.
Feng Bailing broke the seal.
A strong fragrance of wine burst forth.
Feng Bailing was taken aback. Under the light of the torch, Feng Bailing saw that there was still half a jar of wine... But there was something odd about this wine; it was as translucent as honey and very viscous.
Feng Bailing found a bowl, poured out half a bowl with some effort, and took a sip.
With this sip, Feng Bailing's face turned red all at once.
"Such a sharp strength of alcohol, this isn't wine, it's spirit."
