The rogue cultivator helping Wang Jing watch the fishing rods was a sloppy man in his forties with an unrestrained and humorous personality, named Chen Sheng.
He took a swig of rough liquor from a plain gourd at his waist, wincing as it burned his throat, then handed it to Wang Jing. "Little brother, take a pull."
Wang Jing didn't mind. He could drink any kind of alcohol, but he had been drinking too much fine wine lately, and the raw liquor scorched his throat upon entering, making him cough.
Chapter 81