Venerable Ziyang spoke with extreme warmth and a complete lack of distance. Unlike Venerable Daoxuan, who constantly referred to himself with his supreme title, Venerable Ziyang gave off a sense of bold, unrestrained generosity.
"I imagine you know the purpose of my coming here. Setting aside the gifts I've prepared for you for a moment, I have a flask of fine wine here, aged for tens of thousands of years, which very few people ever get to taste. Would you care for a drink?"
Venerable Ziyang flicked his wrist, and a wooden wine gourd appeared in his hand. It looked somewhat old and weathered, but a second look revealed its extraordinary nature.
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