Inside the Imperial Capital's most magnificent banquet hall.
The grand feast for the younger generation of Lucky Contract Spirit Masters was still underway.
Xia Yuan had just finished talking to Mo Cheng about the World Peace Tavern when he took a sip of the banquet wine and spat it straight out.
Censor wiped the wine off her face, her expression livid. She clenched her little fists, her shoulders trembling with anger. "Yuan, give me one reason not to beat you up."
Seeing this, the Platinum Dragon King hurriedly brought her some tissues.
Xia Yuan said with a disappointed expression:
"I had some expectations for the wine at this banquet, but I never imagined it would be this dreadful. It's undrinkable."
Mo Shiyu took a small sip, looking puzzled. "This wine costs over a hundred thousand a bottle. How could it taste bad?"
Luo Ziyan huffed. "Don't you know Xia Yuan? He just likes showing off. It's not like he's ever had any good wine himself..."
Xia Yuan opened the Gate of Babylon and reached into the golden vortex, taking out the Holy Grail and assorted wines. "Hmph, mongrels, count yourselves lucky. Your king will show you what truly top-class wine is!"
He shared his treasured wines with everyone.
Except for Luo Ziyan, who haughtily refused, saying she didn't need any.
Everyone else couldn't resist trying some out of curiosity. After all, Xia Yuan had taken this wine out of that mysterious golden space.
They had already seen how vast the arsenal inside that mysterious golden space was.
Xia Yuan had even pulled a Golden Throne out of it. Talk about extravagant...
Censor accepted the wine, her expression easing a little, and asked curiously:
"Yuan, did you awaken some kind of treasure chest? How come you can pull anything out of