Third Elder Quan looked like a child.
Yet anyone who could become an Elder Quan was an old monster who had lived for who knew how many years.
He had merely used some unknown method to attain such a youthful face.
Third Elder Quan had invited us to the banquet, with the other nine sages present as company.
Third Elder Quan wore a smile that struck me as somewhat comical. It was easy to mistake it for childish innocence.
"Mr. Jiang, welcome to the Ancient Shu Kingdom."
In fact, most people in the Ancient Shu Kingdom dressed in a distinctly retro style, nothing like our modern fashions.
Third Elder Quan raised his wine cup. "This wine was brewed by us Ancient Shu people. It is called A Dream of a Thousand Years." I narrowed my eyes, unable to stop myself from recalling the dream I had once experienced.
This wine was clearly potent, yet it carried a delicate fragrance.
Ying Gou had not been particularly interested at first, but the moment he heard Third Elder Quan mention its name, his eyes lit up. Without waiting for an invitation, he downed an entire bowl in one go.
Ying Gou's bold drinking made Third Elder Quan pause in surprise before he laughed. "As expected of the King of Ancient Zombies. Even your drinking spirit is admirable."
Then he raised his cup to me. "Mr. Jiang, shall we have a drink as well?"
I looked at the wine bowl. It was neither large nor small, holding perhaps seventy-five grams. He had already drained his in one gulp. My tolerance was not much to speak of, but since he had already drunk, I could hardly put down the bowl I was holding, could I?
So I drained the wine in my bowl in one