Yan Qing hadn't finished his bowl before he sat there unconscious; among all the Hall Masters, he had the weakest alcohol tolerance, unable to finish even one bottle.
Xiang Yu, with bleary eyes, saw him sitting there and said, "Although Hall Master Yan couldn't finish this bowl, out of respect, I'll finish mine."
After Xiang Yu said this, he downed the drink again, then sat there groggily.
Everyone was staring wide-eyed at Xiang Yu, all hoping he would quickly pass out. But although Xiang Yu's body was swaying, he showed no signs of collapsing.
Xiang Yu raised his head and looked at another person beside him. That person shivered all over and then replied with a laugh, "You can still drink?"
Xiang Yu nodded and said, "No problem, pour it." After saying this, he poured another drink for himself.
The other person had no choice but to pour himself a drink as well, and then the two drank a large bowl.
The other person was visibly struggling, sitting there involuntarily swaying.
