In the Desheng Inn, cultivators who loved wine had been in quite a dilemma lately.
Down a certain corridor, the mouth-watering fragrance of wine drifted continuously day after day. It smelled genuinely appetizing, but it could also drive a person crazy with craving. If you didn't go, it left an itch in your heart; if you went... it made that itch even worse, agonizingly torturing your soul.
Those were top-grade spirit wines!
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