Jiu Zhenjun wore a bitter smile on his face.
Naturally, he wanted to give Chi Yunzi some wine, but those wines had already been bought by Gu Wen and were temporarily kept with him for safekeeping.
Moreover, he could hear Hai Kun's voice beside him: "I ask that you do not give Chi Yunzi any wine; she needs to restrain herself a little."
Restraining what? The sword is about to chop her forehead.
He was unclear about the reasons and did not wish to pry into others' secrets.
As a miscellaneous True Monarch, Jiu Zhenjun relied on his craft for a living, and his survival principles were similar to those of an Alchemist.
They only focused on refining pills; everything else was none of their business, as that was the way to make a living.
If one day someone stronger than him held a sword to his forehead, Jiu Zhenjun would also satisfy all of the other party's demands without dignity.
They were just ordinary people in the cultivation world, living their lives while cultivating.
However, from the very beginning, Jiu Zhenjun knew that Chi Yunzi did not have a taste for wine.
Gu Wen could still have some preferences when drinking, but Chi Yunzi would just gulp it down.