Unfortunately, Duanmu Huai couldn't hear them, nor did he care about the leaders' prayers. He went wherever he pleased, and now that he'd left West State, he had come straight to North State.
After all, having nothing better to do, Duanmu Huai had set himself a goal: eat his way across the land and sample the local delicacies of every region.
When people traveled, the main point was always to eat, drink, and sample the local snacks. Duanmu Huai truly had nothing else to do in this world, so he could only take the tourist route.
Thus, Duanmu Huai traveled through scenic mountains and rivers, eating, drinking, and having fun. He was enjoying himself immensely.
Before he knew it, he had entered North State. That day, Duanmu Huai arrived at a restaurant, ordered its signature dishes as usual, then asked for a jug of good wine and began eating and drinking.
Duanmu Huai had never liked drinking. He had no interest in alcohol.
However, the wine of this era had a very low alcohol content and tasted almost like fruit wine. Duanmu Huai finally understood why, in the old wuxia television dramas, those heroes could knock open a wine jar and pour it straight into their mouths, sometimes drinking several jars at a time.
At this strength, downing an entire jar was probably no different from drinking an alcoholic beverage.
No wonder those heroes and martial artists were so bold, casually guzzling wine by the jar.
If it were modern baijiu, even Erguotou, a single jar would kill him on the spot. And that was assuming it was wine brewed from grain and fruit like in ancient times. If it were industrial alcohol, things would be even more amusing.
Strictly speaking, Duanmu Huai preferred beverages, such as Happy Water and