Li Xin smiled warmly at Gan Jiu, "I may be from outside, but I'm not brainless."
"Master Xin, I wouldn't dare," Gan Jiu chuckled.
"I heard that the mystical old monkeys on the mountain use fruits to brew wine. Is this the kind?" Li Xin pointed at the wine jars and said, "But I've never heard of monkeys making wine jars."
"Hehe, that's the beauty of it. Find where the spiritual monkeys live, and first offer them wine. Once these monkeys get addicted, they'll use the empty jars to brew themselves. Then wait for them to seal the jars, steal them away, and bury them in soil rich with spiritual energy. Usually, they can be unearthed in ten years. If you're patient enough to wait a few decades, then you'll have top-grade monkey wine, amber-colored immortal brew, that even immortals would cherish," Gan Jiu boasted.
