"If you like it, have another bowl."
Gu Zheng beckoned again, guiding a stream of wine into Dunmu Xitu's wooden bowl.
"Oh, I shouldn't…"
"Clan Leader! Clan Leader! It's terrible! Qingshan isn't going to make it! You have to come see him, quickly!" a warrior suddenly shouted, running into the hut and yelling urgently.
Only after entering did he smell the aroma of wine. He licked his lips subconsciously, his gaze falling upon the four wine jars.
"What?"
Dunmu Xitu was shocked. He shot to his feet, forgetting all about the wine. "Let's go. Take me to him, now."
Remembering Gu Zheng was still there, he looked troubled. "Gu King…"
"I'll go with you."
Gu Zheng rose as well. "I might be able to help. Just leave the wine here."
"Thank you, Gu King!"
Hearing this, Dunmu Xitu bowed gratefully.
Seeing this, the warrior who had run in bowed as well.
"Let's go."
Gu Zheng nodded and headed out the door.
The three of them rushed out.
