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Soren quickly said, "Then forget it, I was being presumptuous. It's just that today's events have caused such a big commotion, we need to think about how to end it in a way that minimizes losses and impact."

Meluran sighed softly, her eyes filled with worry: "Once Teacher sobers up and his mood improves, I'll try to persuade him. Although Teacher has a bad temper, he isn't unreasonable. I hope we can quell this storm as soon as possible."

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The two continued to talk and drink, and the atmosphere gradually eased.

In the sky, the battle between the two powerhouses continued fiercely, and the powerful energy fluctuations were frightening.

The Bloodtear Organization's intelligence personnel, lurking in the Northwest, were originally hidden in dark corners, carrying out their mission.

When the auras of two Saint-level powerhouses colliding fiercely in the sky surged towards them, they were instantly enveloped by this terrifying pressure, and they were immediately terrified.

These intelligence personnel usually thought of themselves as discreet and calm in the face of adversity, but at this moment, in the face of this earth-shattering aura of powerhouses, their hearts were filled with fear and panic.

The power of a Saint-level powerhouse was enough to easily crush their ant-like existence.

The majestic magical fluctuations were like a roar from the abyss, making their souls tremble.

One of the intelligence personnel turned pale, his lips trembling as he said: "This power is too terrifying, we can't resist it at all."

Another responded with a terrified expression, stammering: "Quickly pass the message out, the situation in the Northwest has exceeded our expectations."

Under the pressure of this powerful aura, even breathing became difficult for them, and their hands and feet seemed to have lost control.

They never expected that Soren would have a Saint-level powerhouse by his side, and that there would also be a Saint-level powerhouse stationed in the Northwest provinces.

This discovery completely disrupted their previous plans.

At least they could be sure that Soren was no longer the easy target they had imagined.

If Number One Sword Saint rashly made a move again, he might face an ambush by two Saint-level powerhouses.

Thinking of this, the higher-ups of the Bloodtear Organization couldn't help but break out in cold sweats.

They began to re-evaluate Soren's strength and threat, temporarily daring not to act rashly, and could only continue to lie low and observe cautiously, waiting for a better opportunity.

The Bloodtear Organization's ninjas, relying on their keen senses and rich experience, had already judged that the two Saint-level powerhouses in the sky were not engaged in a life-and-death struggle, but were exchanging skills.

Soon, the two combatants seemed to have a telepathic understanding and stopped at the same time.

The blindfolded old man twitched his nose, as if he had smelled some tempting scent, and turned his head to look in Soren's direction.

Alonso was the same, he immediately noticed the familiar scent of wine, and then shouted loudly: "That's my great-grandson's wine, don't even think about getting your hands on it."

The next second, the figures of the two disappeared from the spot at the same time.

Alonso used his powerful magic to teleport to Soren, his speed so fast that it was almost impossible to catch his movements.

The blindfolded old man appeared in front of Soren with terrifying agility, his figure like a ghost, instantly crossing the vast distance.

The two simultaneously reached out towards the brandy on the table, their eyes flashing with desire and eagerness.

Seeing the two Saint-level powerhouses simultaneously reaching for the brandy, Soren was first slightly stunned, but quickly reacted.

A calm smile appeared on his face, and he said unhurriedly: "Great-Grandfather, Master, don't be anxious. There's plenty of wine, how about we sit down first and savor it slowly?"

Soren's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, trying to stabilize the situation.

Hearing that there would be plenty, their tense expressions slowly relaxed, and they released their tightly clenched hands.

They sat down in the other two seats.

Meluran was very sensible, she quickly picked up the wine bottle and poured wine for the two of them with skilled and elegant movements. The two Saint-level powerhouses raised their glasses, gently sniffing at their noses, their intoxicated appearance as if they were savoring the most precious fragrance in the world.

"What kind of wine is this? Why haven't I had it before?" Alonso asked first, his eyes full of curiosity and doubt.

The blindfolded old man also nodded, echoing: "Yes, such fine wine, this old man has never heard of it."

Soren smiled and explained: "This is brandy, a new wine that I recently brewed. The brewing process of this wine is extremely complex, and the requirements for raw materials and the environment are extremely high. The brewing difficulty is too high, so it simply doesn't exist on the market. It's an honor for this wine to be appreciated by two seniors."

Alonso took a sip, savoring it carefully, and praised: "The taste is mellow, the aroma is unique, it is indeed a fine wine!"

The blindfolded old man couldn't help but drink it all in one gulp, and said loudly: "Refreshing! Young man, you are truly talented, able to create such fine wine!"

Brandy means "burnt wine". In a narrow sense, it refers to a high-alcohol wine obtained by distilling grapes after fermentation, and then stored in oak barrels.

Brandy is a distilled spirit, made from fruit as a raw material, after fermentation, distillation, and storage.

Distilled spirits made from grapes are called grape brandy. Brandy, as commonly referred to, refers to grape brandy.

Brandy made from other fruit raw materials should be named after the fruit, such as apple brandy and cherry brandy.

Alonso said unhappily: "You little brat are ignorant, having such good wine, you don't even know to show filial piety to your great-grandfather."

His appearance of blowing his beard and glaring seemed angry, but in reality, it was more of a playful scolding.

Seeing that the wine bottle was about to run out, Soren quickly took out two more bottles from his space ring. He handed one bottle to Meluran, signaling her to fill the blindfolded old man's glass, while he quickly stepped forward to fill Alonso's glass.

"Refreshing!" Alonso put down his glass, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the blindfolded old man, saying: "That spinning sword move of yours just now was quite powerful! I almost fell for your trick."

Hearing Alonso's praise, a smile also appeared on the blindfolded old man's face, and he praised without hesitation: "You're still the most powerful, I was almost seriously injured by your fire dragon. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid I would have been injured."

The mutual praise between the two quickly eased the originally tense atmosphere.

The surrounding people also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the originally tense atmosphere was now replaced by this harmonious exchange.

Soren took the opportunity to say: "As the saying goes, no discord, no concord, let's just make friends."