"Xiao Qiu, what are you staring blankly for? Hurry up and fill our guest's cup!"
Duàn Cāngqióng laughed.
"Yes, Master." Hearing this, the young maid came to her senses. She picked up the wine jug from the table with her small hands and filled Li Zhōujūn's little cup.
Duàn Cāngqióng smiled at Li Zhōujūn. "This jug of mine can hold an entire surging river. Fellow Daoist, drink your fill."
"Since Elder Duan put it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony." Li Zhōujūn smiled. "I'll toast you, Elder Duan."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zhōujūn lifted his cup and drained it in one gulp once more.
"Good, good, good." Duàn Cāngqióng laughed, saying "good" three times in succession. He also lifted his cup and drank every drop.
Seeing this, the young maid filled both their cups again.
"Wait." Li Zhōujūn suddenly spoke.
"Oh? Is something the matter, Fellow Daoist?" Duàn Cāngqióng asked in puzzlement.
Li Zhōujūn smiled. "When we came through Guangyang City, the Tang Household prepared nine dishes to go with the wine for the two of us."
"That's wonderful." Duàn Cāngqióng nodded with a smile.
Thus, the two began drinking and eating at the same time.
Half an hour passed.
Li Zhōujūn had barely eaten a few bites, but he kept toasting Duàn Cāngqióng with wine.
The young maid was dumbstruck by the sight.
Even an Immortal Venerable couldn't drink like this, could they? Not this wine brewed personally by Master?
Could this young man in blue robes, like Master, be an Immortal Emperor?!
How was that possible?!
The young maid sucked in a cold breath.
By then, Duàn Cāngqióng was somewhat light-headed.
"Fellow Daoist, you certainly hold your liquor!" Duàn Cāngqióng said. "It's been a very long time since I've drunk this freely."
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