Thinking of this, Hu Bu's back was drenched with sweat, a cold sweat breaking out all over him.
Baleru looked somewhat complexly at his injured wine jug, which seemed to vaporize in an instant, then smiled and murmured:
"What a pity, now there's no wine to drink."
The burly man opposite him was taciturn and dull, saying:
"I could invite you for a good drink."
Baleru shook his head, rather straightforwardly saying:
"Forget it, the Baiyue Country's wine is too bland, and in Great Qin, only things like Dragon Scales and a few others are strong enough to go down the throat. Those soft and flavorful ones, I, a coarse man, really can't handle, lacking the fortune for them."
"It's a pity that neither of us could truly enjoy this round. I hope there'll be another chance to give it our all. But besides that, you two aren't staying in Baiyue Country; what secret plans do you have here, hmm?"
The tall man opposite didn't answer, rasping:
