Li Feiyang nodded and sat down beside Xiao without injury. Mu Zhuoqing sat in front of the two of them. His hand was lifted gently and he stretched out his hand slightly at the jar. The clear wine in the jar was like living, turned into a waterline, and poured out from the altar, accurately falling within two wine bowls and a small handleless wine cup, and didn’t spill out at all.
Li Feiyang sighed at Mu Zhuoqing's exquisite water control, raised his wine bowl and said…