"A worm?" Wang Zhao said incredulously.
"This is not an ordinary worm, but a creature formed by the mysteries of heaven and earth, born from the essence of alcohol, named the Liquor Worm."
"Anyone who is parasitized by the Liquor Worm will develop an insatiable craving for alcohol, finding no joy without it; yet, this Liquor Worm is also a creature of fortune, thus, the person parasitized by it will be blessed with extraordinary luck, leading a life free from worries about food and clothing."
Watching Wang Zhao listening intently, Lu Yu continued, "Although you suffer greatly from alcoholism, because of it, you enjoy an unobstructed flow of wealth. Think carefully, do you truly want to rid yourself of this worm?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhao lowered his head and pondered for a long while before slowly lifting his gaze, his expression resolute and his eyes clear.
