"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The wandering wizard attracted everyone's attention by tapping his high-stemmed cup with his sharp fingernails.
Zheng Qing noticed that the liquid in his glass was transparent, with golden glimmers wafting within it like tiny fish, causing ripples as they floated around.
"Young wizards, I am delighted that you have accepted the invitation to listen to an old man's prattle," the wandering wizard began.
Mild laughter filled the room at his words.
Zheng Qing, too, laughed and sat up straighter.
"First, let's raise our glasses to Zheng Qing's courageous and outstanding performance just now. To a rising talisman master, 'Bao You Ming Zhi, Zi Tian Shen Zhi!'" the wandering wizard proposed, holding his burgundy glass aloft.
"Junzi Wannian, Jie Er Jingfu!" came the response.
"Junzi Wannian, Jie Er Zhaoming!" another voice joined in.
Everyone stood up and chimed in with loud blessings.
Zheng Qing was taken aback, surprised by this sudden spotlight.
