Han Zixun was the most carefree and uninhibited person Zhang Yuan had ever met!
He loved wine, women, and company, exuding the aura of "live life to the fullest, for wealth spent always returns."
He possessed the boldness of "slaughtering sheep and oxen for enjoyment, needing to drink three hundred cups in one sitting."
As the wine flowed, Han Zixun pounded the table and called out, "Someone, bring the grand feast!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of maids came forward in an orderly line, expertly clearing away the leftover dishes on the table.
The musicians and singers followed, taking their leave.
Immediately after, accompanied by heavy footsteps, six burly men appeared in the hall, each carrying a giant cauldron.
Each was tall, muscular, and wore nothing but a pair of animal-skin shorts, the exposed skin glistening under the lamplight, exuding a primitive wildness.
Each man had a leather drum tied to his waist.
