Xiao Xuanya's eyes sparkled as she glanced at Yang Fei.
"You know about Dharma Wine too?"
At that moment, it felt as if a flame was burning inside Yang Fei's lower abdomen.
Intoxicated, he said, "Dharma Wine is the favorite drink of martial artists; it can promote the flow of Essence Qi, relax muscles, and refine bones."
"If martial artists drink it regularly, it can even help them break through to higher realms of Martial Arts, a truly marvelous thing."
Xiao Xuanya pursed her lips and smiled gently, reciting a short poem.
In the noonday shadow of trees, alone I chant in the Poolside Pavilion.
Watching bees learn regret, I leisurely ponder the posture of cranes.
Dharma Wine enhances spirituality, Pure Zither enters the soul.
With vast calmness in place, why vie for fame with weapons anymore?
...
She had just recited to this point.
Yang Fei once again picked up his cup and drained the wine in one gulp.
He drank two cups in succession, and now he was in trouble.