In his two lives, Fang Bai has met countless people and is unmatched in insight. He can tell that the chubby old man harbors no ill will toward him, so he relaxes.
"You old man, you're so dull! You were the one who let me drink, but before I was satisfied, you snatched it back. Are you messing with me?"
Fang Bai rolls his eyes and says irritably.
The chubby old man is stunned, feeling he was at fault. His face reddens as he mutters, "My Thousand Spirits Elixir is not easy to brew. At most, one can have just a sip or two a day. Who knew you'd guzzle so much at once? That's simply wasting a treasure!"
Fang Bai smirks indifferently, "What's so great about the Thousand Spirits Elixir? I drank eight swigs; I'll return you a whole gourd later!"
The chubby old man laughs heartily, "Young lad, don't boast! Do you know what kind of gourd this is? Do you know how many bowls of Thousand Spirits Elixir it can hold? Can you even brew the Thousand Spirits Elixir?"
