Hearing Yi Feng's wild words, Gui Wanhai smiled and raised his eyes.
"Oh?"
"Brother Yi is so confident. It seems your capacity for drink is no small matter."
When it came to drinking, he had never feared anyone.
To put it bluntly, Gui Wanhai had roamed freely for tens of thousands of years and attended countless banquets. The fine wine that had merely slipped past his lips could have drunk countless cultivators under the table.
Seeing Yi Feng so extraordinarily confident today, he examined him with considerable interest.
Yi Feng rubbed the tip of his nose and answered with a smile.
"Not bad. I can drink a little."
As soon as those words fell, Gui Wanhai's smile deepened.
Though he could not compare to the Sea Lord, he was quite skilled at reading people. Hearing Yi Feng speak steadily, with a perfectly natural expression, he could tell at a glance that this man was definitely not making empty boasts.
Could it be that he truly had some capacity for drink?
Excellent. That made things even more interesting.
In all these years, this was the first time he had encountered someone with such confidence.
This human named Yi Feng truly was different from the rest. It would not hurt to teach him a proper lesson first, and take the chance to see what kind of drinker he was.
Gui Wanhai immediately raised his cup and looked at him calmly.
"Good."
"Then let us drink our fill and not return until we are drunk."
As their cups clinked together, the two grew increasingly familiar amid laughter and conversation. In the blink of an eye, they had emptied a gourd of wine, while more and more small dishes were brought out. They truly seemed evenly matched, able to enjoy a hearty drinking bout.