Because Zheng Qing's seat was quite close to the edge of the bar, and his reflexes were nimble, he only managed to spray the drinks onto the floor.
The other two companions were less fortunate; since they were sitting right next to each other, and Xin Fat Man's substantial figure was not very agile, both he and Doctor Xiao ended up spraying their drinks onto each other.
But compared to what Sister Korma had just said, having a few sips of drink on them didn't seem so upsetting anymore.
"X... sexual magic?!!" Zheng Qing, fighting to suppress the severe chest pain after coughing, turned red-faced, raised his head, and looked at Korma in panic, "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean!"
His confused statement was interspersed with the violent coughing of Doctor Xiao and Xin Fat Man, adding to the chaos at the bar.