“Hahaha… That’s quite the hard stance you’re taking there. It reminds me of myself.” The Chief Libationist picked up his wine cup from the table and drained it in one gulp. “If even our forefathers need not fear the treacherous and despicable, why should we?”0

“This deserves a cup of wine!”0

Haotian Hong, Xuanyuan Wang and Yue Hanhai all looked ashamed. Like a blade, the Chief Libationist’s laughter had cut their high and mighty pride and dignity to shreds.0

Why did they suddenly feel like this? It was because they realized that right here and now, they, descendants of the three sovereigns and seniors centuries older than Ye Qing, were inferior to him.0

And how were they inferior to him, exactly?0

Their sense of responsibility was inferior!0

Their courage was inferior!0

Their spirit was inferior!0

Had they enjoyed so many years of peace that they had forgotten the fearless, self-sacrificing spirit and faith that the three sovereigns...0