Listening to Mu Qingchuan's provocative words, Lu Tianxing's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile as he replied firmly, "Having a drink with Young Master Mu is no problem. I'm just afraid you might end up passing out before I do."
"Such big words, let's see who passes out first."
With that, Mu Qingchuan raised his hand and slapped one of the wine jars, sending it flying towards Lu Tianxing at great speed.
Lu Tianxing sat there motionless, just smiling, while the wine jar, as it approached him, seemed to hit a layer of cotton, slowing down instantly and landing steadily in front of Lu Tianxing.
Lu Tianxing reached out, opened the wine jar, and slowly poured himself a glass. Then he picked up the glass and raised it towards Mu Qingchuan.
Mu Qingchuan snorted coldly and, without any politeness, also picked up his glass, drinking it all without acknowledging Lu Tianxing.
