Wang Meng took a drink. The wine was good, and the man was interesting, too. "You don't strike me as a regular here."
Fatty Bai's chopsticks paused for a moment. A brilliant smile then spread across his chubby face. "Eldest Young Master Wang, you're not quite what the rumors say, are you?"
Wang Meng blinked. "Everyone has a few little secrets, don't they?"
The two exchanged a smile. "Drink up! Let's not go home until we're smashed."
The two listened to the music and drank with gusto, oblivious to everyone around them. The performance on stage was truly excellent. As for the wine and meat passing through him, Wang Meng's approach to Cultivation had always been carefree, unconcerned with trivialities.
Any other Cultivator of the same level would have lost their temper or been unable to cope with this situation long ago, but Wang Meng adapted and blended in quickly.
This formidable adaptability of his was what made him truly terrifying.
