Wine was something that was tied to pleasure, after all. Since time immemorial, wine was consumed by scholars and poets alike. Even when martial men fought with their blades and words, wine was often considered an irreplaceable item.
Lu Zhou sat down slowly. He waved his arm. The wine jar filled the cups precisely under his control.
Two cups were filled.
The aroma of the wine permeated the air.
Pan Litian was nearly drooling at this point. If he did not know that the visitor had come with ill intent, he would have rushed over and drunk his fill.
Li Zhou raised the cup of wine… and took a sip.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
The coffin made strange noises.
Gong Yuandu's lust for wine was not inferior to Pan Litian. The aroma of the wine that permeated the air filled him with the urge to drink.
Lu Zhou did not swallow the wine. Instead, he spat it out lightly.
Bzzt!
