He really had no choice, so he could only stretch out both hands, letting out heavy Yin and frigid energy that seeped in, constantly merging with the liquor inside the thermos. Before long, chilling cold mist was pouring out from the mouth of the bottle.
Wen Yan screwed the cap back on, thanking him repeatedly.
Old Ghost Ji was actually a bit scared now, quickly finding an excuse about being drained and retreating to his room, not coming out again.
Wen Yan contacted the logistics division of the Scorching Sun Department to send the two tubs of deeply Yin and frigid liquor back to Nanwu County, while he stayed on in Guanzhong County, hanging around to get more familiar faces.
A message notification came through. Wen Yan opened it and saw that it was from the delivery guy, as noted in his contacts.
