Yu Xuan soon learned why he had been stopped at the entrance.
Apparently, the minimum entry age for Drinking with the Old Ones was one hundred years.
He silently accepted this logic.
'At this rate by the time I'm a hundred, I'll probably be terrifyingly strong.' he thought.
After being seated at a quiet table by the window, Baozi casually ordered a jug of ten-thousand-year-old moonlight wine.
Yu Xuan, meanwhile, ordered hot milk infused with Great Gold Honey Bee's honey.
The price made even the attendant hesitate.
"It's quite expensive," Yu Xuan commented mildly.
"I wonder if this place needs a… crackdown."
The attendant, Peak Tier Two visibly flinched at the word crackdown, bowed hastily, and retreated as if his life depended on it.
Baozi stared at Yu Xuan in disbelief.
"Bro," he said slowly, "you're an adult and you're still drinking milk? Don't tell me you've got some other intentions—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
The reason?
