"Tasted it?" The Old Drunkard looked at Han Yan in confusion. If it were a renowned doctor or sage, perhaps they could taste something from this wine, but given Han Yan's age, how could he possibly have such an ability?
Yet the secret of the Immortal Spirit Drunk and his injuries were unknown even to his closest kin. If Han Yan hadn't tasted it from the wine, how could he know?
The Old Drunkard pondered but couldn't come up with an answer.
"That's right, I tasted it. Your Immortal Spirit Drunk only needs one more herb as a guide to become a true Immortal Spirit Drunk; otherwise, it will always just be called Hundred Herbs Brew, with no healing effect." Han Yan straightforwardly explained, not getting caught up in the question.
"Which herb?" The Old Drunkard had spent nearly a century on this Immortal Spirit Drunk without deducing the correct prescription, so hearing Han Yan speak so confidently, he asked excitedly without further thought.
