In the private room, a variety of mountain delicacies and local cuisines were laid out on the table. It was a feast fit for an emperor, and probably no less grand.
Sky Wolf filled his cup to the brim, raised it to Chen Wei, and said, "Boss, due to my negligence, I've caused you a lot of trouble. I'm here to apologize to you."
Chen Wei originally wanted to drink tea in place of alcohol, but the Holy Maiden reassured him to drink freely, promising that she would take responsibility to send him home afterward.
Thus, Chen Wei put his mind at ease, likewise raised his full glass, clinked it with Sky Wolf's, tilted his head back, and downed the drink in one gulp.
"Three years have passed, and it seems your tolerance hasn't slipped by even a bit, boss. But I wonder if you can outdrink me," Sky Wolf said with a challenging look in his eyes.
"You think you can beat me?" Chen Wei responded.
