"It's not just making money, it's downright ruthless! I'll show you what real high-quality goods are." Xu Luo came out of the private room and shouted in a loud voice, "Captain Liu, bring me a jar of Da Yuan Xiao Shao."
A moment later, the lame boss came up carrying a small jar, his manner as careful as if he were carrying his son.
“Young Master Xu, Lord Qu, and this distinguished guest, the fact that you three can enter the Holy Temple is a testament to the greatness of our Xia Dynasty, a reflection of our honor. I shouldn’t be charging for this jar of wine, but this fine liquor is ridiculously expensive. Just give me the cost price.” The lame shopkeeper carefully placed the wine on the table, muttering to the three of them with a pained expression.
"Captain Liu, you're a man from the army, why are you being so fussy? You only have a few jars of good wine at home, don't worry, you'll be paid for it."
Xu Luo chased the shopkeeper away, broke the clay seal on the wine jar, and the rich aroma of wine immediately filled the entire private room.
Qin Mo smelled the familiar aroma, nodded, and smiled, "That's right, this is indeed authentic Da Yuan Xiao Shao."
As Xu Luo poured the wine, he said, "Speaking of which, Dayuan used to be a godforsaken place, dirt poor. But ever since that 'weakest Xuanjing in history' opened his mind a few years ago, good things have been coming out one after another, but the prices have skyrocketed! Take this Dayuan liquor, for example, it costs fifteen gold coins here. Brother Qin Mo, tell me, isn't that outrageous?"
Qin Mo looked at Xu Luo, who was sniffing the aroma of the wine while cursing, and nodded with a bewildered expression, saying, "Black, really black."
Qu Huan, who was standing next to her, suddenly paused and murmured, "I remember Xu Luo, you told me about that 'weakest Xuan Realm cultivator in history'... what was it called again?"
Xu Luo slammed the wine jar on the table and said loudly, "You've gone mad from cultivating all day long. Isn't Prince Heng's son named Qin Mo?"
"I... damn... Qin Mo... could it be you, Qin Mo?" Xu Luo suddenly froze, looking at Qin Mo.
"I'm the only high-ranking official here... but I don't accept the title of 'weakest Xuan Realm cultivator in history'," Qin Mo said with a bitter smile, looking extremely awkward.
The private room fell silent, the atmosphere strangely tense. The three of them looked at each other, unsure how to proceed.
In the end, it was Xu Luo who was the only bachelor left. He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Brother Qin, since I drank your wine, it's your treat. This meal... you pay for it."
Qin Mo smiled, a smile of satisfaction.
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