Wang Meng smiled faintly. He had overlooked this point. In truth, when pushed to the absolute limit, fifty years of aging and a hundred years were virtually identical. However, in a Drinking Contest, a disparity had emerged. Of course, this was also because these five judges were still a bit weak; they simply couldn't discern the subtle differences.
The second round began. This time, it was the Wine God's turn to start.
Although he had won the first round, the Wine God was now even more interested in Wang Meng's wine. Igniting his True Essence, the Wine God's wine gourd levitated into the air and spun continuously. Its color constantly shifted and changed. No one in the crowd could figure out what kind of mystic trick this was.
