“Esteemed guest, please wait a moment! Your words of wisdom have greatly benefitted me. Please, you must accept this small, small gift.” That winemaker actually ran after them and took out a spatial ring.

“Your courtesy is admirable. But I don’t deserve such an immense gift.” Long Chen shook his head.

“You’re too modest. The wisdom you’ve given me makes me feel shame. Back in the day, I was a martial cultivator. Falling into a trap, my Dao-companion and I were besieged by multiple Soul Transformation experts and she fell at that time.

“I managed to flee, and after bitterly training in some strange arts, I killed the ones who caused her death one by one. But my lover was still dead and my heart-devil proliferated, driving me insane. Those days were incredibly bitter. 

“Eventually, I had a fated encounter with the Wine God Palace and by devoting myself to the Wine God, I managed to shed my heart-devil. However, I still felt pain day and night as I missed her. I made wine in order to forget that pain.

“Your reminder just now was the flash of insight I needed. I was simply trapping myself in my mind, and now the sky has cleared. In the future, I will be able to shed my suffering and find peace. It’s all...