"The second jar of wine is Baodaozi liquor, brewed in the 230th year of Da Li, buried deep in the granary for seventy years. The liquor is pure, burning the heart and scorching the throat."
Again came the Wine Sword Immortal's maniacal musings, though this time, the Flesh Monster was spared from being poured upon.
The green porcelain wine bottle still hung high in the sky, its fragrance growing ever pungent, as the Wine Sword Immortal incessantly chanted the name of his beloved Baodaozi liquor.
Apart from the bottom layer continually teeming with grotesque entities, everything seemed as calm as it used to be.
Tian Changwen's expression was subtle; the oppressive terror emitted by the Wine Sword Immortal made him visibly uneasy, prompting him to consider notifying all layers of the port for adequate defense.
Yet, upon receiving Li Mo's transmitted thoughts, he absorbed himself in commanding the siege against the monstrous entities.
