The banquet is good, and the wine is fine.
At the table, Wei Chong toasted Qin Yi cup after cup, with the implication that even though his cultivation might not match Qin Yi's, his drinking capacity would surpass him.
After three rounds of drinking, everyone had a bit of a buzz. Wei Chong clinked glasses with Qin Yi and downed his drink, saying full of admiration, "Brother Qin, at such a young age, your cultivation is truly astounding, I really feel ashamed."
"In the past, I prided myself on being listed in the rankings and felt secretly pleased. Today you've truly given me a wake-up call and made me utterly sober."
Qin Yi slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Young Master Wei, don't underestimate yourself. Your cultivation is such that even the older generation of Qi Refiners might not reach it. Being listed in the rankings is well-deserved."
Wei Chong smiled awkwardly, "Brother Qin, are you planning to challenge the masters on the list one by one and subdue them all?"
