Faced with the Heaven-Hunting Great Sage's sudden invitation, Xu Taiping felt deeply surprised, but that feeling was soon replaced by an inexplicable surge of heroic spirit.
He took control of the Heaven-Hunting Great Sage's body again, grabbed the wine jar, and tipped his head back for a long drink.
Though they were using the same body,
it still felt like drinking heartily with a close friend.
"The wine's a little poor, but it tastes good!"
Using the Heaven-Hunting Great Sage's body, Xu Taiping gave an utterly unrestrained shout.
At the same time, he withdrew his consciousness.
The Heaven-Hunting Great Sage's consciousness immediately took over. He picked up the wine jar again, tipped his head back, and drank deeply.
Then, holding the jar, he laughed aloud.
"It has to be poor wine, and it has to be circumstances like these, to have this flavor!"
Xu Taiping froze for a moment, then answered inwardly,
"I've learned something, Senior!"
At the same time, he took control of the Heaven-Hunting Great Sage's body again, lifted the wine jar, and tipped his head back to drink with abandon.
And so, taking turns controlling a single body, the two drank great mouthfuls of wine, talking and laughing with unbridled spirit as they walked step by step toward the gates of the Imperial City.
By the time they reached the last Golden Man, only one mouthful of wine remained in the jar.
Since it was Xu Taiping's turn,
he instinctively tried to lift the jar again and drain the last of its wine.
This time, however, the Heaven-Hunting Great Sage refused him.
Just as Xu Taiping was wondering why, the Heaven-Hunting Great Sage suddenly turned toward the Golden Man before them and said with a trace of apology,
"Taiping, I'd like to use this last mouthful to