Two shichens had passed...
Zheng-Fu was still drinking and eating without going anywhere. By this time, he had drunk dozens of bottles of this elite liquor without even realizing it, which caused all the surrounding guests or passersby to look at him with the same astonished eyes.
“How did he manage to drink more than ten jars already?”
“That’s right, the Enchanted Monster liquor is the top liquor of this tavern, costing over a hundred thousand demon crystal coins, and it’s very strong. Just two jars can turn a person crazy. But how could he drink more than ten jars without being affected?”
“I think he must be the rumored Immortal Liquor Monster.”
“Immortal Liquor Monster? No! Absolutely impossible because, from what I heard, the Immortal Liquor Monster is old, over two hundred years old. But this guy looks like a young man, not that old. After all, he shouldn’t be the Immortal Liquor Monster!”