Under the peach blossom tree.
"Brother Fang, I truly regret it..."
Wind Manlou, who already had the appearance of middle age with a hint of white at his temples, did not choose his favorite peach blossom wine as usual. Instead, he drank a bowl of red blood wine in one gulp, then complained in frustration.
"Why bother about these things? Mu Wen's temporary glory was also obtained through taking risks in the beginning. You chose stability, at least you have a loving wife and children, living carefreely for several years, not losing out..."
Fang Xi, dressed in a green robe, remained indifferent.
Looking at Fang Xi, Wind Manlou felt that Fang Xi was still in his prime, while he himself was gradually aging. Feeling sad, he couldn't help but say, "Come... let's drink!"
Fang Xi did not choose the red blood wine, but instead took a bottle of peach blossom wine.
This wine had a green-blue color, with a faint scent of peach blossoms. It was loved by cultivators for its long-lasting taste.
He would occasionally have Widow Wang or Lu Guo take some to sell at the local exchange meetings on Peach Blossom Island. It was even more popular than the red blood wine, exchanging for many daily necessities.