Staring at the wine bottle floating in midair, Pei Yan didn't dare get too close. He'd just advanced in rank, and who knew if this wine would still have an effect on him. If he got caught by it now, then all his efforts would really have gone down the drain.
But according to Lin Junzhao, this wine was indeed a good thing. Whether he used it himself in the future or gave it to a friend in need, it would work wonders. Thinking of this, Pei Yan wrapped the bottle in source energy, shook it at Di Xin in the distance, and laughed: "Thanks for the good wine. I'll make sure to put it to good use someday!"
"Pff~!" Looking at the smug grin on that punchable face of Pei Yan's, Di Xin felt the heartache and grief of having tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice as well. The emotional backlash tugged at his wounds, and he spewed another mouthful of clotted blood.
"Pei Yan!"
