"Benefactor?"
Mo Xiaolan watched Wei Ying about to kneel before her and quickly stepped forward to support her:
"Senior Wei, why are you giving such a grand gesture?"
Wei Ying stood up and carefully looked at Mo Xiaolan's face, showing a comforting smile:
"I knew it, the benefactor's cultivation is sky-high, how could they truly be without descendants?"
Mo Xiaolan was puzzled: "Senior Wei, who is your benefactor?"
Wei Ying invited Mo Xiaolan to sit down, poured her a cup of wine personally, and smiled:
"This is the top-grade Immortal Brew, only a jug can be brewed every hundred years. I've been treasuring this jug for two hundred years, and finally waited for you today."
Mo Xiaolan raised the wine cup, instinctively smelled the fragrance, and her Nascent Soul Fifth-Layer cultivation began to tremble, on the verge of breaking through.
Mo Xiaolan was startled, but she put down the wine cup: "Senior Wei, I can't accept this wine without earning it."
