Even so, the bearded man lifted the jar of strong liquor and took a swig. He had already hit rock bottom.
He had nothing left to lose, and there was nothing he couldn't speak of.
GULP. GULP.
As the liquor slid down his throat, the bearded man felt a warmth coursing through his body, so comfortable that he wanted to let out a long howl.
Good liquor. This jar is worth at least one high-grade Spirit Stone, perhaps even more!
After his first sip, though the man was greedy for more, he did not take a second drink. Instead, he looked at Xu Lai, waiting for his request.
"Tell me about the Immortal Venerable who died," Xu Lai said.
The burly man was a smart one, and Xu Lai liked dealing with smart people. With just a gesture or a glance, they understood your objective, which saved a lot of trouble.
"..."
The bearded man instantly sobered up and instinctively pushed the jar away.
