This was a treasured gourd, emerald green all over.
It was neither metal nor wood, and felt as warm and smooth as jade to the touch.
Intricate, ancient cloud patterns grew naturally on the gourd's surface. In the center, the powerful character for "Wine" was inscribed in ancient seal script.
Despite the erosion of ages, it showed no signs of decay. Instead, it faintly emitted the fresh fragrance of plants, suffused with a vibrant life force.
"What is this?" Yang Zhen asked, leaning in curiously.
Su Yu held it in his palm, examining it from top to bottom before giving it a light shake.
SLOSH…
A faint sound of sloshing liquid came from within.
They exchanged a look, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes. Ten thousand years of erosion had turned even many Spirit Medicines to dust, yet there was still liquid left in this gourd?
Su Yu hesitated no longer. He gripped the tightly sealed cork with his right hand and pulled hard.
POP!
