Fang Yun wandered through the Water Race's slums, looking for somewhere to rest for a while.
The Water Race's cities also had places for leisure, and fine wines as well, though their wines were different from those of the Human Race.
The Water Race made its wine by grinding particular aquatic creatures, such as fish and shrimp, together with various aquatic plants into a slurry to drink. Although the Dragon Language word translated into the Human Race's language as "wine," its taste and smell were very different.
When Fang Yun entered a tavern called the Sailfish Chopping Board, took a cup of wine, and held it beneath his nose, the pungent, bloody stench nearly knocked him head over heels.
But Fang Yun was merely a sailfish at the moment, so he swallowed the Sailfish Clan's favorite wine without hesitation: Fish-Bone Flesh Black-Grass Wine, a name enough to turn any normal person's stomach.
However, Fang Yun had underestimated this potent liquor composed of black, blood-red, and dark-green juices.
Once the stuff, which resembled pulverized sludge, went down, Fang Yun felt his stomach churn like rivers overturning and seas raging. He even had the illusion that his stomach acid might spurt out of his nostrils the very next moment.
Fortunately, the Sacred Power within him forcibly suppressed it.
The various members of the Water Race in the tavern slapped their fins and cheered. Even Demon Kings drank this wine one mouthful at a time; few gulped it down in one go as Fang Yun had.
Fang Yun's action earned him greater respect and warmth from the drinkers present, so the tavern grew lively again rather than remaining subdued because a Great Demon King was there.
Fang Yun simply sampled the Water Race's fare in silence.
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