Soon, four glasses of liquor, served in special crystal containers, were brought to the table.
The liquid was dark red, like flowing lava. Within it, specks of golden energy flared into existence and died out, radiating an astonishing amount of heat.
"Cheers!"
Dragon Jade raised his glass, and the other two followed suit. Qin Feng smiled and also picked up his glass of Heart of Lava—a potent spirit even for a Ninth-level Martial Artist.
The four glasses clinked together, producing the crisp sound of striking metal.
The three of them downed the liquor in one go. A flush instantly appeared on their faces, forcing them to circulate their internal energy to counteract the drink's violent potency.
Qin Feng also drank his glass dry. The searing liquid, hot enough to burn through ordinary alloys, slid down his throat and into his stomach, but he felt nothing at all, as if he had just drunk a glass of warm water.
