Yang Jing's expression was extremely ugly at this moment, and he sneered, "Wine? That's easy, I'll buy a cartload for you right away!"
Jiang Jingjiu, hands clasped behind his back, smiled faintly, "The wine I want is not something you can buy just anywhere."
Chen Yang frowned slightly and said, "What wine do you want? Can you specify?"
Jiang Jingjiu, smiling, uttered four words.
"Heavenly Silkworm Holy Wine!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Jing immediately exclaimed in shock, his eyes soon filled with anger as he yelled, "Old man, are you playing with us?"
"Heavenly Silkworm Holy Wine?"
"This is the prime holy wine of the Wine Sect! Legend has it that in this world, there is only one bottle! Where the hell are we supposed to find it for you?"
Chen Yang's face also darkened slightly.
The Heavenly Silkworm Holy Wine was extremely famous in the worldly society; almost anyone who enjoyed drinking had heard of it.
