"You want another barrel..."
Chi Emiko looked at Ye Chenfeng with a gaze as if she were looking at a weirdo.
"I can drink, but I fear your teacher might not provide me with it. If it's one barrel, his entire stock will be depleted."
Ye Chenfeng chuckled.
"By the way, my teacher has other strong liquors..."
Chi Emiko suddenly added.
"Pfft!"
Ye Chenfeng almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He managed to act cool with difficulty, but Chi Emiko countered with such a statement.
The strength of the Drunken Evil Spirit's liquor is only known by Ye Chenfeng.
The process of dissipating its effects was incredibly painful; now, if there comes a drink stronger than Drunken Evil Spirit, Ye Chenfeng feels he might end up here.
"Just pretend I never said that!"
Ye Chenfeng laughed.
Not to mention if he could handle Yizang Heitian's strong liquors, even if he could, the process would be extraordinarily painful, and Ye Chenfeng didn't want to experience it again.
"Hmph!"
