The third elder turned his head to take a look. Once he heard that this was the legendary seven grass drunk, not to mention the younger generation, even Ling mo Feng and the other elders, sinecures, and family heads would gobble it up like a cow gulping down an ocean. They were only short of snatching it.
"Slow down, slow down." The third elder's face twisted into a bitter gourd as he roared in pain.
"What's so slow about it? there won't be any more if you're any slower. Last time, you didn't even bring it out for your precious son's wedding. Today, the sun has risen from the West and you actually brought it out to welcome Chuxi. I should drink slowly. Do you think I'm stupid?" Ling Chuxi's sixth grandfather grabbed a wine jar from who knows where and took a big gulp as he said this with his eyes wide open and his beard blowing.
"Alright, drink up. Let's see if you can't drink to death." The third elder rolled his eyes and said gloomily.
