Long Chen took out some wine bowls. Hesitating, he asked, “Do you have any good wine that I can try?”

The Nethergod looked at Long Chen. Upon extending her hand, a delicate fist-sized jug appeared. However, she didn’t pour it into Long Chen’s bowl.

Instead, she took out two small jade cups. They were so small that Long Chen felt that they could only contain the tiniest amount of wine.

The Nethergod passed a cup to Long Chen. But before she could say anything, Long Chen had tossed the wine into his mouth. As soon as it touched his tongue, he spat it out and started coughing. The wine went flying toward Ming Cangyue, but it parted around her.

Long Chen violently coughed, like he was coughing out his tongue. He wanted to speak but was unable to say anything. Ming Cangyue slowly smiled at Long Chen’s wretched state.

“You…” Long Chen only managed one word before succumbing to the violent coughs. Even tears squeezed out of...