Whether it was the blond young man sitting there or the six canaries in the birdcage,
they were all ancient gold dragons, powerful followers of Bahamut.
Just as Tiamat had said, they had not followed Bahamut to the Well of Stars.
The gold dragon sat at the table, with six cups of liquor before him. One was held by the blond young man as he sipped from it.
The other six sat on the table. Every so often, a canary would fly out of the cage, land on a cup's rim, and lower its head to drink.
As though he had noticed Huo Ling's gaze, the blond young man looked up and smiled faintly at him, then raised his cup in a distant toast.
Just then, the ogre bartender brought Huo Ling's drink over as well.
"Guest, give it a taste!" The ogre bartender deliberately lowered his voice.
Huo Ling took the cup and likewise raised it toward the blond young man in acknowledgment.
Then Huo Ling brought this Super Invincible Fiery Stimulating Tyrant Ascension Special Drink to his lips and took a light sip.
The next moment, he felt a line of fire fall from his mouth into his throat, only to instantly reverse course as an icy, blissful sensation rose from below.
"Phew!"
Huo Ling exhaled a breath of alcohol—and what came out was a tiny wisp of flame.
That was truly a wondrous sensation. Huo Ling had originally even thought he would breathe out a wisp of cold air instead.
"Guest, how does it feel?" The two-headed ogre tyrant beside him leaned over the bar and nervously asked Huo Ling.
"Quite good. Very stimulating," Huo Ling said with a smile.
"Just as I thought—you know how to appreciate it!" the ogre bartender praised.
Huo Ling continued to