"It's not that drinking this way gives you more Origin Points, it's just that it tastes better."
As the ice wine touched his lips, a layer of frost suddenly formed on Yi Chen's eyebrows. Even from a distance, the intense cold made the blood of the Tiger Ben Army soldiers below the platform flow less smoothly.
Everyone stopped in their tracks, gazing up at the towering Taoist on the platform with reverence.
They saw a rich, blood-red wine being opened and poured into the Taoist's mouth, from where intense heat radiated in all directions, making the soldiers momentarily feel as if they had moved from the depths of winter to the height of summer.
"What are you all staring at me for? Aren't you training anymore? Forget about this ice-fire wine. Even if you were gods, whoever drinks it dies!"
Yi Chen's majestic eyes swept the surroundings, but he burst into a wide grin.
Beneath the dual torment of ice and fire, Origin Points were quietly forming.
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