"So marvelous."
In just a short time, Ye Chenfeng had already learned the basic routines of the Wine God Technique.
With practice, he increasingly felt the wonder of this cultivation technique.
"The Divine Land indeed has many hidden masters!"
Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but sigh with admiration.
The Wine God left with his wine jug, never glancing at Ye Chenfeng, as if unaware of his existence.
Ye Chenfeng, too, didn't say anything, merely bowing deeply in the direction the Wine God had left.
Seeing that dawn hadn't broken yet, Ye Chenfeng continued to repeatedly practice his breathing and cultivation technique.
With each practice, Ye Chenfeng felt more and more amazed.
Especially as he practiced, his body felt particularly comfortable, a relaxation akin to the herbal baths by his master Yi Buxing.
In the end, Ye Chenfeng returned to the village feeling refreshed.
"Ye brother, you seem different."
Ye Tiannan's first words to Ye Chenfeng were exactly this.
