"Ah!" Zhang Cai had never expected this and cried out. Deprived of his magic power, the wine bottle hanging in the air began to fall toward his face.
Whoosh! Zhang Cai vanished from the Grandmaster's Chair. The stream of wine suddenly froze in midair, as though supported by an invisible force.
Whoosh! Zhang Cai appeared behind the figure who had rushed in and slapped him hard on the head. "What are you making such a racket for? Can't you see I'm busy?" With another flicker, he returned to his seat, and the wine resumed pouring into his mouth. It was quite a wondrous sight.
"Ah!" The newcomer screamed and fell flat on his face, clutching his head and groaning. He was none other than Dong Santong.
"Excellent wine!" Zhang Cai praised it repeatedly after taking a great gulp.
"Ow! Martial Uncle Zhang, this is no time to drink!" Dong Santong dared to feel angry but dared not voice it. He had suffered plenty at Zhang Cai's hands already, and spoke with a face as mournful as a funeral.
"What happened? Why all the panic?" Zhang Cai asked leisurely as he drank, making Dong Santong's teeth itch with anger.
"Uh, Martial Uncle Liu and the others just sent word that another massacre occurred at the Zhang Household on the outskirts of our Liang Kingdom. The methods were exactly the same as at the Lu Household!" Dong Santong answered hastily.
"What? Why didn't you say so sooner?" Zhang Cai exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
Crash! The shout itself was harmless, but when he jumped up, he struck the wine bottle and shattered it. Fine wine splashed all over his face, instantly filling the room with its rich, mellow fragrance.
"Ah, what a waste of your wonderful wine, Martial Uncle! Ah, I'll go