After they finished eating the entire muntjac, Wan He also drained a whole gourd of wine to the last drop, leaving none for Xiang Li.
He tossed the empty gourd to Xiang Li and added, "The wine from your Windrise Stronghold isn't strong enough, and the flavor isn't mellow enough either."
Anger had already appeared on Xiang Li's face, and he was about to speak.
Chen Shi'an stepped in with a smile. "Blackwater Stronghold's wine is renowned for a thousand miles around. Naturally, our stronghold's wine can't compare."
A smug smile appeared on Wan He's face. "You must be Chen Shi'an, the one representing Windrise Stronghold at the Gathering of Heroes?"
"That's right, senior."
Chen Shi'an cupped his hands in reply, his face all smiles.
Wan He raised his voice slightly. "I heard you reached Martial Dao entry-rank at nineteen. Your talent for the Martial Dao is quite good, and you're rather lucky too."
Chen Shi'an replied with a laugh, "My talent for the Martial Dao is only a little above average. I've simply been a bit luckier."
Wan He nodded. "At least you aren't arrogant, and you're practical.
"When it comes to reaching Martial Dao entry-rank, talent is one factor, but luck is even more important.
"In all my years of cultivation, I've seen plenty of people who reached Martial Dao entry-rank younger than others, yet their ultimate accomplishments often amounted to little, scarcely surpassing those who reached entry-rank later.
"So whether you're younger or older when you reach Martial Dao entry-rank doesn't prove anything."
Qianshan Xue coughed softly and was about to speak.
But Chen Shi'an spoke first, still wearing a smile. "You're right, Senior Wan. Thank you for the lesson."
Wan He seemed very satisfied with Chen Shi'an's response. He nodded and turned his gaze to Zhu