Wang Dachui was walking on a dirt path. The sun was setting, reminding him of the youth he had lost.
Beside him, there was a stone tablet with the words "Jingyang Ridge" inscribed on it. Not far away, there was a wine shop.
Wang Dachui entered the wine shop, sat down, smacked the table, and yelled, "Waiter, serve some wine please!"
After finishing the bowl of wine in one gulp, Wang Dachui smacked the table again. "Waiter, more wine please. Give me a plate of pickled cabbage as well."
After finishing his third bowl of wine, Wang Dachui smacked the table to ask for more wine again. The waiter said softly to him, "Sir, our wine is very strong. It is said that one will not be able to cross the ridge after drinking a third bowl…"
"Cut the nonsense. Serve me more wine now, I have the Blue Potion…" Wang Dachui smacked the table with confidence.
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