Shen Hao looked at the person across from him, thinking to himself that the guy was probably a master from Gui Mountain Cultivation Institute, right? His cultivation was at least at the Gathering Spirit Realm Eighth Layer, otherwise Shen Hao wouldn't be unable to sense even the slightest True Qi fluctuation from him.
It's worth inviting a sect master for a drink, and for now this guy seems to have a pretty decent character—his eyes are clear, he doesn't give off that cunning, scheming vibe.
"Bang!"
The two wine jars clinked together, and both of them raised their heads and took a big gulp.
Shen Hao had always had a high alcohol tolerance, and now with his cultivation advancing and his body transformed, his capacity was even more ridiculous. This forty-proof wine—three or four jin down his stomach would only make his head a little tipsy; who knows how much it would take to actually get drunk.
