Fang Guozhen laughed and said, "Here’s the deal, I’m not asking for much. Both my niece and nephew are avid drinkers. Just now, they heard you and Old Peng discussing some white wine, fifty-four degrees, sauce flavor, and they wanted to taste it, have a sip~"

"Hehe, excuse the embarrassment, these two are just gluttons."

Fang Zheng and Fang Susu had black lines on their faces, thinking, who’s the glutton here? You should know, you’re the one craving it, and you let us take the blame. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The two thought this but had no way to counter their father.

Chen Jie breathed a sigh of relief; he thought Fang Guozhen was trying to squeeze some concessions out of him. Turned out, he just wanted a few jars of white wine, no big deal.

Thinking, Chen Jie said, "Oh, so the niece and nephew are craving wine, that’s easy to handle."

Chen Jie reached into his chest, pretending to tiptoe, but in reality, he was fetching a wine gourd full of white wine from the Storage Ring.

Chen Jie had some white wine stored in his Storage Ring. Firstly, white wine can be used for disinfection at crucial times. Secondly, it can be drunk like water and has a long shelf life. Thirdly, Chen Jie truly liked wine.

Chen Jie handed the wine gourd to Fang Guozhen and said, "Brother Fang, this is all I have, please share it with your niece and nephew."

Fang Guozhen took the wine gourd, pulled out the stopper, sniffed, and immediately said, "Hmm, good wine."

Then he turned to Fang Zheng and Fang Susu and said, "Let me test it first for you, in case you can’t handle it and embarrass yourselves after drinking."

With that, Fang Guozhen took a direct swig of the wine, the fiery sensation exploding in his mouth, causing his whole body to shake almost choked by the strong liquor.

He struggled for a while to swallow the wine, feeling his throat burning.

"Comfortable!"

Fang Guozhen burped contentedly, face full of satisfaction.

This white wine’s intensity isn’t for everyone, but bold people enjoy it. Like Peng Yingyu, Fang Guozhen fell in love with white wine after just one sip.

Fang Guozhen then picked up the wine gourd and comfortably took another swig.

Seeing Fang Guozhen like this, Peng Yingyu walked over and said, "Guozhen, see, I wasn’t lying, good wine, right?"

"Yes, indeed, not blowing it, very good wine."

Fang Guozhen nodded, and Peng Yingyu had already quietly placed his hand on the gourd and said, "Let me have a sip too, let’s see if the taste has changed!"

Pa!

At this moment, Fang Guozhen smacked Peng Yingyu’s hand away and said, "Get your own if you want to drink, this is a gift for my son and daughter."

With that, Fang Guozhen dodged Monk Peng’s hand trying to grab the wine gourd.

Having used a trick to get this good fortune, there’s no way he’ll just give it to you, what are you thinking?

Monk Peng saw Fang Guozhen guarding against him, his expression unchanged, and said, "Kid, you’re getting stingier."

Fang Guozhen said, "When you were having good wine, why didn’t you call me? Saying I’m stingy, do you even have a conscience?"

Hearing this, Monk Peng felt helpless and was about to speak when Liu Futong emerged from the secret passage, followed by a group of youngsters.

Little Ming King, Han Ling’er, Liu Caidie.

The young ones came out from the secret passage, followed by the Three Venerables leading the rest out.

In a moment, everyone was coming out of the secret passage.

Little Ming King, Han Ling’er, and Liu Caidie then followed Liu Futong to greet the crowd.

At this point, Liu Futong started introducing them, "Come, say hello to Uncle Peng."

Liu Futong introduced Little Ming King to Peng Yingyu, Peng Yingyu glanced at Little Ming King, who then mechanically greeted Peng Yingyu.

"Hello, Uncle Peng."

No sincerity or warmth at all.

Peng Yingyu glanced at Little Ming King and sighed inwardly, indeed, they’ve grown distant.

Thinking this, Peng Yingyu said, "Ming King!"

And returned half a bow.

Then Han Ling’er stepped up for greetings, while Liu Caidie was more lively and directly called, "Grandpa Peng!"

Peng Yingyu seeing Liu Caidie, smiled, "Haha, it’s little Caidie, any injuries?"

At this moment, Peng Yingyu asked with concern, Liu Caidie replied, "No problem, some petty thieves can’t harm me, besides, Brother Chen protects us."

Liu Futong nodded hearing this and said, "Indeed, thanks to Brother Jiu Si this time, I’ll make sure to thank him properly later."

Chen Jie knew that now he couldn’t seem too eager, clearly needing their gratitude, but had to act nonchalant. People are just hypocritical creatures.

Chen Jie repeatedly waved his hand, "Oh, Brother Liu, no need to be so polite, it’s the result of everyone’s effort together."

Listening to Chen Jie’s words, Little Ming King felt dissatisfied, although he couldn’t show it.

Fang Guozhen sipping from the wine gourd, looking at the timid Little Ming King, filled with disdain on his face.

Timid, lacking any imperial demeanor, too forced to be a Holy Sect Hierarch.

With these thoughts, Fang Guozhen took another swig from the wine gourd, ignoring Little Ming King.

Little Ming King who glanced at Fang Guozhen hiding behind, if it were a capable hierarch, would surely go over for soliciting, if only to build good relations, so at least he could ask for help in difficult times in the future.

Yet Little Ming King continued hiding behind Liu Futong, not daring to come forward.

In his view, whether it’s Peng Yingyu or Fang Guozhen, they’re both dangerous, possibly plotting to control him.