In the spacious courtyard of the Prefectural Magistrate's Office, the once-lively scene was now so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stopped their toasting and mingling, freezing in place like wooden statues.
A few officials and Jianghu People, in particular, dropped their cups, splashing wine all over the ground.
Several leaders of various influences were in the middle of pouring wine; they didn't even notice as the cups overflowed and spilled onto the tables.
They all stared blankly at the scene, a look of horror in their eyes.
"Who the hell do you think you are, to be worthy of drinking with me?"
Shen Bai took out a nearby Handkerchief and gently wiped the wine from his hand.
Zui Wujiang felt a chill on his forehead, then saw the wine jar shatter. Clear liquor streamed down through his hair, over his cheeks and chin, and onto the ground.
It all happened so fast that even he couldn't react in time.
