The Soul of the Sword, Shi Potian, slowly opened his eyes and stood up, drinking wine as he walked towards Chen Tianlong. Chen Tianlong saw this and didn't know what he intended, remaining vigilant.
"Brother, come drink with me, hahaha..."
The Soul of the Sword clearly didn't recognize Chen Tianlong and suddenly handed over the wine flask.
This gesture stunned Chen Tianlong. What's this about? He wondered what the Sword Soul was up to.
"Ah? I don't like drinking." Chen Tianlong was caught off guard by the sudden gesture, unsure of how to react.
"If I ask you to drink, then drink. Don't be so hesitant like a woman." The Soul of the Sword seemed a bit annoyed.
"Uh."
Chen Tianlong reluctantly took the wine flask, drank a mouthful, and handed it back to the Soul of the Sword.
"Haha, good."
The Soul of the Sword took the flask and drank another mouthful.
