"Mm, I'm afraid you'll never know what it feels like to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!" Tu Hong waved his hand and poured himself another bowl.
Lan Qin watched Tu Hong drink with a smile as the deep flush on his face gradually faded.
After finishing one bowl, Tu Hong did not stop. He drank bowl after bowl without pause. Lan Qin merely stood there respectfully, watching without saying a single extra word.
Only when Tu Hong lifted the wine jar and could no longer pour out even a drop did he sigh and toss it onto the ground beside him. Upon the thick woolen carpet, Lan Qin hesitated before speaking. "This old man... has never dared to ask. What exactly are Million Meng Mountain's methods... like?"
"What are they like? Naturally, they are earthshaking and astonishing! Even Tu himself... finds them unbelievable!" Tu Hong raised his brows, glanced at Lan Qin, then let his gaze fall upon the empty bowl again.
"Oh? Then... should this old man congratulate the Great General?" Lan Qin studied Tu Hong's expression and cupped his hands in tentative salute.
"If it had been before today, hearing your congratulations... Tu truly would have been delighted!" Tu Hong stared blankly at the empty wine bowl and spoke with some self-mockery.
"This..." Lan Qin bit his lip, not knowing how he ought to respond.
"Come! Brother Lan, come with Tu!" Tu Hong gave a bleak smile and rose from his chair. The chair let out a creaking sound, as though it too had grown exceedingly old.
"Yes!" Lan Qin's heart tightened, and he hurried after Tu Hong.
Tu Hong rose and, after only a few steps, reached another cloth curtain within the tent. When he lifted it, the scene of another tent came into view.