Zhao Huo sipped the dark red wine in his hand. Beer is still better, he thought. It wasn't that he found wine unpalatable; he simply preferred the feeling of gulping it down, GLUG, GLUG, GLUG.
Vice Chancellor Yuan Chu was still conversing with Euphy Lampeluji. The Cultivators whose English was weaker had already left. After all, everyone present was a Cultivator. If they couldn't understand the conversation but continued to stand there with silly grins, the confusion in their eyes would be impossible to hide.
