"Swoosh, swoosh."
As if sensing Su Ran's thoughts, the leaves of the Sky-reaching Vine wiggled even more joyfully.
"Hey, take it easy, you're gonna snap my bones!"
Unable to endure the vine's bootlicking nature, Su Ran felt uncomfortable as his skeletal frame was tickled, and he quickly pushed it aside to set himself free.
"Little vine, whether you turn into a dragon or a bug, it's all up to you now!"
Su Ran whispered to the vine, and, having made up his mind, he decided not to hesitate anymore: the remaining monkey wine would be used to nurture this very spiritual Sky-reaching Vine!
If that old beggar knew he was squandering such treasures, he would definitely be heartbroken to the point of bleeding.
Su Ran carefully looked around and, finding the village empty, heaved a sigh of relief. He then quietly began to feed the vine, bottle by bottle, wanting to see where its alcohol tolerance limit lay.
However.