After saying this, the few people around were momentarily stunned, and next to them, Dixia's face turned an extremely ugly shade of green and purple. But what Chu Dazhuang had said was indeed true; the caste system of India had been unfair from its inception.
Jack also fell silent, his expression somewhat embarrassed, but then, he seemed to feel slighted, and a flash of indignation crossed his face.
Indeed, Chu Dazhuang was correct; the principles he spoke of were unassailable.
Meanwhile, Chu Dazhuang continued to smile, neither servile nor overbearing. He paused briefly, and with a soft chuckle, he lifted his gaze to glance at Jack, and then picked up his glass of red wine. He looked at the wine, then brought it to his lips and took a gentle sip.
Chu Dazhuang closed his eyes, savoring the taste.
"Not bad, truly befitting a royal beverage. This wine has a rich and mellow flavor; it must be quite aged."
