"Though I was putting on an act, mountain berry juice really is a women's drink."
Seeing Wang Yang drinking away with the comfortable air of a grand lord, the Young Chieftain spoke irritably.
With a slight buzz lending him spirit, Wang Yang laughed heartily:
"Why should a true man need what is in his cup to proclaim his worth?
Singing wildly in drunkenness does not necessarily mean great courage;
Keeping calm in danger is the mark of a hero.
With a bold heart, even drinking mountain fruit juice can stir the winds and clouds;
Without courage in your belly, draining a thousand cups of strong liquor only adds to your murky breath!"
The Young Chieftain's expression sharpened, and he looked at Wang Yang with a strange light in his eyes.
A moment later, he reached for the earthenware jar, poured himself a bowl of mountain berry juice, gulped down a great mouthful, smacked his lips, and shook his head:
"I can't taste any of those winds and clouds. However grand your words, mountain berry juice is still a women's drink."
Wang Yang smiled and patted the Young Chieftain's shoulder. "You still need practice, buddy."
"Buddy?" The Young Chieftain looked puzzled.
A tipsy edge crept into Wang Yang's mischievous smile. "Keep practicing. You'll understand once you have."
The Young Chieftain grew even more puzzled:
"Wait, you haven't answered my last question yet. Why have you given me another?"
"What's so hard about answering the last question? Pour me another bowl of those winds and clouds." Wang Yang casually sliced his hand through the air.
The Young Chieftain could only lift the jar in frustration and fill Wang Yang's bowl.
Wang Yang leisurely sipped the mountain fruit juice and said:
"Your first slip was-"
"First?!" The Young Chieftain started.
"Yes. Your first