Xiao Chen returned to the hall, where a servant brought him a cup of rich, fragrant wine. The golden liquor was as thick as honey, and its aromatic flavors slipped smoothly down his throat, igniting a fiery heat that later dissipated into a sweet aroma accompanying his breaths. The sensation was absolutely wonderful.
Zhuge Fatty walked over, smacking his lips in awe, "The Mande Family sure is wealthy. Just one cup of this 'Golden Dream Dew' could pay for the living expenses of an average family for six months."
Hai Yuntian also came over, pursing his lips, "Hoffman is giving you a nasty stare."
Indeed, Hoffman was glaring viciously in their direction.
Xiao Chen downed the Golden Dream Dew and strode confidently towards him.
"Don't stir up trouble!" Hai Yuntian cautioned. This was no ordinary event.
