"Ah-Qiu!"
Zhou Li suddenly sneezed, rubbing his nose, somewhat bewildered.
I don't have a cold, what's the matter?
It must be my Spiritual Spring god missing me.
Alas, the eleventh day without the Spiritual Spring god.
As Zhou Li was lost in his wild thoughts, the King of Han, who had just gone to relieve himself, returned to his seat. With the opening of the third jar of wine, the main event of this feast slowly commenced.
By this time, the Queen Consort of Han had already left the banquet at the King's instruction, and Liu Gong and Ma Chenglong had also left the main hall along with her. This meant that in the spacious main hall, only the King of Han, Zhou Li, Tang Wan, and Zhu Qianyun remained.
"I have heard that Young Master Zhou is acquainted with quite a few monsters?"
Seated on the throne, the King of Han looked dignified and imposing, every bit the image of royalty.
"The others flatter me,"
