As someone who repeatedly creates miracles, Jiang Feng, at the mere age of twenty-something, was able to consecutively defeat two legendary-level masters in near-instantaneous victories. What could the Demoness possibly not believe about him?
In fact, the Demoness felt that as long as Jiang Feng was willing to align with them, even if Gu Yuansheng himself arrived, they could definitely confront him head-on!
Unknowingly, after several rounds of meals and various dishes, they had drunk quite a bit without even realizing it.
The Daughter in Red Wine, which had been buried for thirty years, even if not highly potent, was still very pure.
Jiang Feng was feeling a bit tipsy by now, while the Demoness's face had turned a constant, dazed crimson blush, far from its usual fair white.
Of course, only Jiang Feng and the Demoness at their table enjoyed this jar of Daughter in Red Wine; the others could only drink other wines from the island's reserves.
