"I'll accept this wine, but you're a business person, so I'm sure you want something in return for it, right?" Chen Ping'an asked.0

Fan Junmao shook her head in response. 0

"This is part of our Fan Clan's compensation to the Dust Medicinal Shop, so you don't need to repay me."0

A resigned look appeared on Chen Ping'an's face as he said, "Honestly, after hearing that explanation, I'm a little scared to accept such a precious gift from you."0

"Then what if I were to tell you that our Fan Clan also repaid your debt of fifty grain rain coins to Green Goat Palace on the Heavenly Palace Peak?" Fan Junmao sneered.0

"Why are you doing all of this?" Chen Ping'an asked.0

Fan Junmao was silent for a moment as she sized up Chen Ping'an, then replied, "You had a hole punched into your body by a bonded celestial weapon of an Ascension Tier cultivator, but you had someone to save you, so it's no surprise that you didn't die. What's remarkable is that you're able to walk around just fine so soon after sustaining such a grievous wound, and that tells me you have an extremely solid martial arts foundation. 0

“Hence, as the one who calls the shots in the Fan Clan behind the scenes, I have an excuse to bet on you, and I fully intend to place a massive bet on you! Chen Ping'an, your True Qi circulation has been getting more and more difficult of late, right? On top of that, your Golden Sweet Wine robe currently resembles a thatched hut that's full of holes. 4

“As your True Qi wanes, more and more spiritual energy is going to be funneled into your acupoints, and not only will your martial arts cultivation base plummet as a result, even your bridge of immortality could collapse. So how about it? Are you willing to take a gamble as well?"4

Chen Ping'an was in no hurry to give a definitive response, and he smiled as he asked, "What does this gamble involve?"0

Fan Junmao pointed up at the sea of...0