Fuck!
Tang Feng's pupils suddenly contracted. His hand was empty, and only the lingering warmth against his palm proved that the cup had been there just moments ago.
In that flash, he remembered there was still a god of slaughter on the roof, eagerly waiting to sample this spiritual wine.
Didn't this guy lose his sense of taste? Why was he still so obsessed with this wine?
Could it be that even Wang Xian had set his sights on this so-called Soul-Entering Drop?
Furious, Tang Feng immediately sent Wang Xian a voice transmission and cursed through gritted teeth:
"Didn't you lose your sense of taste? What the hell are you doing? Stealing from me? You can't even taste it, and you're asking me for wine—does your conscience not hurt?"
There was no response from the roof, only the sound of the wind.
Before Tang Feng could come back to his senses, while Bao Xiaoqin was staring blankly at the high platform...
The vanished jade cup reappeared in his hand out of thin air.
Tang Feng lowered his head and looked. Damn it, that guy had only left him a single mouthful. The wine at the bottom barely covered the base of the cup, sloshing about pitifully.
So angry that he poured the last of the wine into his mouth in one gulp, Tang Feng shouted toward Ye Hongxiu on the high platform, "It really is Soul-Entering Drop. Before I could even figure it out, the wine was gone!"
Yet despite his words, a strange glint flashed through his eyes.
The instant that mouthful of wine slid down his throat, he experienced something he had never felt before...
It was as though something had exploded inside him, yet also as though something was quietly growing. The sensation was far too complex;