"Just a few cups of wine?" Xue Leihan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Did you know that the sixteen cups of my wine you drank just now have already increased your cultivation by three hundred years? Now you actually want wine cream? Are you not afraid of bursting your stomach?"
"No!" said Chu Yang boldly. "At any rate, my reputation will be repaired in eighteen years!"
Xue Leihan was speechless. "Brother, do you know that all these that we're drinking right now only come from a very small jar of wine cream, it's only less than two kilograms, but I've added about two hundred kilograms of water to dilute it… And a mere sixteen cups have increased in cultivation by three hundred years!"
Chu Yang's eyes brightened up. "I see. Then give me eight or ten jars more."
Xue Leihan said angrily, "I've got none to give."
Chu Yang continued, "Five or six will also do."
"Not a drop." Xue Leihan was insistent.
