In the Bu Xian Pavilion, just as Qin Yang was refining the Primordial Spirit Pill.
Europe, France, Bordeaux Manor.
At this moment, on a bench under the shade of a tree in the park's grass.
Prince Barrello held a wine glass in one hand, while in the other, he had a tablet computer, his eyes fixated intently on the screen.
Beside him, the butler Dacil, dressed in a tailcoat, stood respectfully.
"Tsk tsk, who would have thought that this Huaxia person's manor has such a large field of Spirit Medicine cultivated, and even so many fruit trees that bear Spirit Fruits. That delicious Immortal Orange Wine was probably brewed from these Spirit Fruits."
Prince Barrello's eyes gleamed, with a hint of greed.
"And moreover, the scenery here is unexpectedly so beautiful. It seems that Gusa wasn't lying; this place is indeed more beautiful than my castle."
Prince Barrello flipped through a few other photos and couldn't help but remark.
