Shen Hao turned his head in some surprise and saw that the person speaking to him was a guest at the next table.
Male, average-looking, a little over thirty, not tall and very thin, but his skin was unusually fair and his eyes were especially bright. Judging by his clothes, he wasn't from an ordinary family—at least a wealthy household.
Couldn't sense any True Qi, so probably not a cultivator.
Shen Hao shook his head and replied, "Not interested."
He thought the other would back off, but to his surprise, the guy was thick-skinned—picked up his own dish and bowl and moved right to Shen Hao's table, completely unfazed by the Evil Qi coming off Shen Hao.
"Don't turn me down so fast. This is good liquor too—Immortal Brew—ever heard of it?"
