"I... I think I'll pass. We need to make sure at least one of us stays sober, or something could go wrong. Let's call it a day for now, Dreamsnow Lord. Why don't you rest tonight and we'll continue tomorrow? I'll go up to the Sword Trial Platform and see how the others are doing. They haven't come down in several days." I forced a bitter smile. Dreamsnow Lord was already drunk.
Dreamsnow Lord waved her sleeve. With a thunderous boom, the cave's entrance came crashing down, completely sealing this place off.
"You want to leave... before finishing this Nine-Bend piece?" Dreamsnow Lord glared at me. Her drunken appearance made me want to laugh. "Dreamsnow Lord, even if I drink some, I may not necessarily be able to compose the whole piece..."
"Drink. How will you know if you don't try..." Dreamsnow Lord swayed to her feet and brought the wine toward me. Seeing her teetering on the verge of collapse, I was afraid the alcohol would rush to her head, so I hurried over and caught her. "All right, all right. I'll drink. You don't have to stand up."
Dreamsnow Lord gave a soft hum and sat back down. I could only take the cup, then sip a little to taste it. I soon discovered that this wine had no idea how many years it had been aged. Though sweet, its bitterness could not be concealed at all. The flavor was extraordinarily complex.
But this wine truly could nourish the meridians. Not only did it make my entire body feel as though I were bathing in sunlight, it actually increased the strength of my meridians by a great deal. That was only one sip. If I drank two cups, it would be difficult for my cultivation not to advance.