Elder Lu’s complexion remained completely unchanged, as steady as a fifty-kilogram iron keg.
Gu Yuan was starting to struggle. Although his constitution was solid and his internal energy could assist in metabolizing alcohol, the sheer volume of bottle after bottle made it difficult to keep up.
One had to realize that they were drinking cellared Moutai; while the process was smooth and pleasant, it could easily spirit away one’s soul before one even noticed.
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