"I have no intention of getting married, old man, so there's no need to bring it up again," Xu Zimei waved his hand and said with a smile.
The old man chuckled and clinked glasses with Xu Zimei once more.
"Young master, how does this wine taste?" he asked.
"Excellent," Xu Zimei nodded in agreement.
"Our village is called Forgetfulness Village because of this wine," the old man said with a peculiar smile.
"This wine is also known as Forgetfulness Liquor."
"Oh?" Xu Zimei said, surprised. "Could it be that drinking it causes amnesia?"
"How are you feeling now, young master?" the old man stood up and asked.
"I don't feel any different," Xu Zimei replied.
The old man frowned slightly, and suddenly countless branches emerged from the ground, binding Xu Zimei firmly in place.
"Who exactly are you, young master?" Several old men stepped back a few steps and asked aloud.
