บท 722: Only Person on Dry Origin Mountain

Meng Chuan walked forward and waved his hand, releasing delicacies and fine wine. Meng Chuan had originally been cultivating on Holy Mountain of Painting for a long time, so he naturally prepared the delicacies and fine wine he liked. Some of them were even Archean Eon Realm specialties.

As for whether they suited Senior Thousand-Hands's palate, Meng Chuan could do nothing about it. After all, Daolord Evodia hadn't mentioned it in advance.

Daolord Evodia smiled as he watched this scene.

"Senior Thousand-Hands, I brought this from my homeworld. Try it," said Meng Chuan humbly.

The black-and-white beast extended its eight claws. Some grabbed at the wine, while others grabbed at the plates of delicacies.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

He took the food and wine that Meng Chuan had prepared. He first drank a mouthful of it before blinking his eyes and grinning. "This wine is really good."

Meng Chuan heaved a sigh of relief.