Five cups of wine depleted, the sixth cup of wine hung suspended in midair in front of Xie Xuanyi.
The aroma of the wine overflowed.
The whole bamboo forest stirred with a sudden gust of wind, yet the scent of wine lingered on.
Drunken Immortal Brew, Duanchang Powder... at this moment, it no longer mattered whether the porcelain bowl held wine or poison.
No more words were necessary.
Xie Xuanyi lifted the porcelain cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all, not a drop remaining, the liquid spilling over the corner of his lips and dampening his clothes.
Deng Baiyi, Mi Yun, silent and voiceless.
The scholar in green attire simply narrowed his eyes, quietly waiting for what would follow.
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The Divine Sea swayed, Heart Lake rippled.
