Moon-Perching Residence.
Seated across from Feng Ji, the two raised their cups and traded toasts, chatting merrily.
Feng Ji had the manner of someone from the military. Even dressed in casual home clothes that softened her somewhat, she still drank with bold abandon.
The vessels they used were not small wine cups, but proper cups.
Each cup was large enough to be clasped in both hands.
Cup after cup, whenever Feng Ji lifted hers, she drained it in a single gulp.
Seeing this, Jiang Ning could only keep her company to the bitter end.
A short while later.
After more than a dozen consecutive cups of liquor had gone down his throat, the fiercely potent wine had left Jiang Ning feeling slightly drunk.
Seeing that Feng Ji's complexion remained unchanged, he said, "Miss Feng, you can certainly hold your liquor!!"
Jiang Ning praised her, inwardly marveling.
He had already achieved success in internal refinement and was only one final step away from generating internal breath.
Under such circumstances, the functions of his five organs were many times stronger than those of an ordinary person.
Even with such powerful five-organ functions, he could feel a trace of drunkenness. That alone showed how strong this wine was.
Yet Feng Ji's expression did not change in the slightest.
At his words, Feng Ji lifted another cup and tipped her head back, draining it in one gulp.
A little of the clear liquor immediately flowed from her red lips, down her slender neck, and into the valley below.
She emptied the cup in one swallow.
Clang—
Feng Ji set her cup down on the stone table, then poured herself another drink.
"I inherited my father's ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. When it comes to drinking contests, few can beat me."