Lu Zhengchen didn't even look at the two arch-enemies; he simply placed the wine case in front of Sheng Jingtong.
He first carefully untied the packaging cord, then cautiously took out a bottle of Spiritual Wine that bore the eminent mark of Tianji Pavilion.
Cradling the Spiritual Wine in his hands, he happily said to Sheng Jingtong and the few judges who gathered around, "This is the Spiritual Wine from the Hidden Faction, Tianji Pavilion. Everyone, no matter how much I praise this Spiritual Wine, you might not believe me. It's better to let you taste a few sips yourselves. Come, quickly bring your cups over. Each person gets to taste one cup. Mind you, there is only enough for one cup per person—none spare!"
Some judges on good terms with Lu Zhengchen laughed and teased him upon hearing this, "Old Lu, aren't you being a bit stingy? Just one cup? What can we discern from that? At the very least, each person should get a whole bottle, shouldn't they?"
