The Young Master in White said, "That may be true, but how can one leave a father's murder unavenged? Even if Liu Lang can let it go, I'm a member of the Liu family. How could I stand by and let my father-in-law die such a humiliating death? Those ants clearly don't take Tianyi Dao seriously." Seeing the man in green grow displeased, he added, "All right, all right. I shouldn't be saying such depressing things at a time like this. I'll punish myself with three cups."
As he spoke, he picked up the wine pot and poured into a jade cup. The pot was ordinary, and the wine seemed unremarkable. Yet the moment the clear, fragrant wine flowed into the cup, wisps of white vapor rose from it. From afar, they looked like cold mist, but in truth, they were nothing less than an abundance of spiritual energy.
It turned out that the array patterns on the jade cup were designed to convert the spiritual energy in spirit stones and channel it into the wine. What wine in the world could compare to this?
But spirit stones were precious, and drinking them this way was an enormous waste.
After draining two cups in quick succession, the Young Master in White suddenly slumped against the man in green, looping an arm around his neck. With a coy smile, he said, "Liu Lang, you're so cruel. I want to share the third cup with you. Won't you?"
The Young Master in White gently caressed his jade-like face. "I'll do whatever you say, Hua'er."
He poured another cup, and the two drank it together, their arms entwined, the Young Master in White beaming with delight.
Setting down the cup, the Young Master in White said, "Let's not wait any longer. It's been