This was similar to drinking beer. Some people could drink it like water, a bucket or two was not a problem. However, if it were to be replaced with concentrated vodka…
Not to mention a bucket, a small cup would make you kneel.
The tragedy of the elves was that they regarded any random alcohol as beer…
Therefore, they were collectively beaten down.
"If you want to improve yourselves, you have to understand your limits. Some good things cannot be endured under any conditions. Today is to teach you a lesson and let you understand your limits. In the future, when you enter the Pure Spirit Tower, how long you can stay and how long you can improve will depend on yourselves. Only those who can stay on the first floor for seven days are eligible to enter the second floor. Do you understand?" Qie Er said in a stern voice.
The group of elves looked like wilted eggplants as they nodded.
