Wu Qi emptied his vessel of liquor and stared at Liu Bang with thousands of military officers in the tent. Everyone was curious about how this man was going to handle the awkward situation. Soul Burning Blood was not something that he, a mere thirty-second tier Heaven Immortal with a weak and fragile body, could consume without consequences. If he really drank it, his stomach would surely suffer badly, and he might end up ruining his body. In the end, even if his immortal soul still existed, it would take him many, many years to fully recover.
Squinting at the wine vessel in front of him, Liu Bang slowly held up his right sleeve with his left hand, carefully lifting up the wine vessel, then slowly pouring the wine to the ground. He smiled faintly and said, "A toast to the heaven! The Heavenly Dao protects and breeds all things. How can we not offer the mighty Heaven a toast?"
