Ruan Qiong walked toward the sword-casting shed without a word, with Wang Jing following closely behind. Ruan Qiong poured himself a bowl of liquor and drank it down in one gulp.
Wang Jing smacked his lips.
Ruan Qiong said irritably, "You little brat, standing there like a fool. If you want a drink, pour it yourself!"
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