Nu Jianxian didn't raise his gaze.
With a mere sweep of his sleeve, a jar of fine wine spun through the air.
The Angry Scale Dragon King, bare-chested with muscles like coiled dragons, held the wine jar in one hand and laughed heartily, "Even though we must fight soon, in this life I most enjoy making acquaintance with heroes and men of valor. Whether as friends or foes, it's always thrilling. Come, come, come, I toast to you!"
"I'm just a river bandit who has killed and saved people, not anything good. I'll drink first!"
"If you young lad don't want to drink, more for me, haha!"
He tilted his head back and took large gulps of the drink.
Then with a flick of his wrist, the Dharma Form of a blue Flood Dragon clutched the wine jar.
