Chapter 388

"Excellent wine!" Sebastian couldn't help but praise the Centennial Wine. The wine had a rich, lingering flavor. More importantly, as it flowed down his throat, it ignited a warm current that spread throughout his body, imbuing him with pure energy that could be easily refined to enhance his cultivation. Just one cup, roughly half an ounce, was equivalent to half a day of arduous cultivation for Sebastian. As a divine grandmaster, the energy he could accumulate in half a day of arduous cultivation was significant. This single cup, if auctioned, would fetch at least a million dollars, assuming one could even find it. Anything capable of boosting one's cultivation base was truly invaluable. "I'm glad you like it. Here, have some more," Cassandra said, pouring him another glass. "Mr. Ethan, I heard from the Sanders family patriarch that you've become a middle-stage divine grandmaster. Is that true?" she asked. "Yes, that's correct," Sebastian replied, downing his drink. He wasn't