Drained one bowl, then drank another. Occasionally, the two clinked their bowls, occasionally gasping from the strength of the liquor, or cursing each other for the forceful clink that spilled the wine. This half-jar of fragrant liquor had cost several hundred taels of silver.
Li Xian felt a deep pang.
The aroma of the wine spread everywhere and was quickly drunk. The old wine master staggered, his nose redder than ever, mumbling an obscure tune, and zigzagged away. Li Xian couldn't help but laugh, but as he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt the wine surging through his body, barely managing to get up before the world began spinning and he fell backward.
Li Xian cried out in wonder, adjusted and rested, then leaped to his feet. But after taking two or three steps, he tilted to one side again. The wine's qi, essence, and momentum did not dissipate from within.
