Ling Tian laughed in response, "The moonlight shines on the filled wineglass, a desire to drink but the mounted pipa player is urging; crouching drunk on the battlefield no one smiles, how many people across the ages actually return from a war! In this present age, to indulge in wine without a wineglass to complement, is actually a loss in honor…"
Ye QingChen sat silently as he listened, a burning heroic spirit rising within him, making him down his entire cup.
"I’ve looked down on the skills of this little brother once again. What a good Man’s Blood, pure yet fragrant, and what a good poem! It indeed spells out the innate qualities of a man! So, to appreciate a wine fully, one needs a wineglass to show off its beauty. My brother, you’re indeed a true wine connoisseur!"
