"Xiao Xu really has an impressive tolerance for alcohol. This time, my little brother Xiao Bing not only failed to outperform you in martial skill but I fear his often boasted alcohol tolerance can't match yours either," Lu Chennong said, admiring Xu Fan who had already drunk two jin of alcohol but still appeared clear-headed and sharp-eyed.
"What Elder Brother Lu said is too kind. When it comes to drinking, it's all about enjoyment—there's no point in competing over alcohol tolerance. As for martial skill, it's all down to personal destiny. For Elder Brother Lu to have achieved the 'Condensed Body Realm,' you are already one of the best in Yan Country," Xu Fan replied, shaking his hand, speaking earnestly.
"Right! Speaking of martial skill, I almost forgot something," Lu Chenbing suddenly exclaimed as he slapped his thigh, remembering something.
"Younger Brother Xu, may I trouble you with a request?" Lu Chenbing filled his cup, gently clinking it against Xu Fan's.
