“Nothing, just ordinary wine.” Lu Yun took the wine jug and poured himself a mouthful, smacking his lips afterward. “The Intrance King brewed it herself, it’s fine wine.”

“Intrance King…” The previous dragon lord’s expression darkened. That was a terrifying supplemental grandmaster of illusion! Even the Dao King’s foremost disciple—Shenyu—had fallen into her illusions. What could a simple ghost cultivator like him do against her prowess?

“Want another sip?” Lu Yun offered the wine jug again.

The dragon lord hastily shuffled backward in alarm, not daring to come near the jug.

“Then I’m drinking it myself.” Lu Yun poured out the jug’s contents and quaffed it with gusto.

As dark as the dragon lord’s expression was, he swallowed hard. Wine from the...