The liquor belonged to him, the storage ring belonged to him, and now, he had nothing left. Although the wine barrels were massive, Wang Bosong was a cultivator at the peak of the Great Luo Immortal realm, and it didn't take him long to empty the cellar.
Watching his cellar become hollow and bare, Huang Zongliang felt like crying. They had been thorough—ruthless, even—emptying everything in one sweep. When Wang Bosong saw the grim look on Huang’s face, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. *You old fox, playing dirty and trying to get us killed—I have to make sure you pay for this, you bastard.* If it weren't for the fact that the man still had some use as a guide, he would have loved to chop him down right then and there.
Wang Bosong stared at him. "What? Unhappy?"
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