He set his wine glass down slowly and gestured for the dancing girls to withdraw. Once they had bowed and departed, Qin Lan stood up. He lowered his head to look at the drunken Xunzi and the members of the Ying Faction, a faint, playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Fine wine," he teased, "but your cultivation is not yet enough to master it."
"Perhaps," he murmured, "it should be under my control."
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