"The situation is so complicated right now… Is it appropriate for us to drink?" Bu Fang glanced at the wine cup, then looked up across the table at Lord Bird, whose face was obscured by the fog. Even with his current strength, he could not see through the fog, which showed that Lord Bird's strength must be stronger than his.
The cup looked ordinary, not made of some precious stone. In fact, drinking was a simple thing and did not need fancy vessels. Some people liked to use porcelain cups, some glass cups, and some even liked to use bowls. It was all about personal preference.
While others were fighting desperately for treasures, Bu Fang was drinking with a guy whose face was concealed. He thought it was not right and told himself that if the wine was awful, he would definitely turn and leave.
