Seeing Su Mei's change in expression, Ling Chen asked, "Master Su, what's the matter?"
"Do you... do you know what kind of wine this is?" Su Mei's voice carried a slight tremor, and bright tears seemed to glisten in her eyes.
Ling Chen shook his head; he didn't know that much. When he opened the bottle cap just now, he only felt that the wine inside was very fragrant and mellow, nothing particularly special about it. Su Mei parted her lips, about to explain, but was interrupted by the hurried sound of footsteps from the crowd outside.
The crowd turned their heads to see dozens of disciples from the Heavenly Dragon Sect suddenly rush out from behind the surrounding trees, each holding swords and knives, directly charging into the crowd. Seeing this, Ling Chen's complexion changed slightly, and he said urgently, "Porridge girl, protect Master Su." With that, he swiftly darted forward and carried Song Ge, who was lying on the ground, onto his shoulder.
"Quick, go!"
