Li Shentong toyed with his wine gourd, turning it over several times before leisurely pulling the stopper to smell it, his expression slightly changing, then he took a small sip.
Then, as if relishing the taste, he looked up thoughtfully, smacked his lips, and guzzled a big mouthful.
From his demeanor, it seemed he had nearly finished half the gourd in one go...
Finally, with a "thud," he set the gourd aside and resealed it: "Mediocre."
Zhao Changhe: "..."
Li Shentong leaned back, resting leisurely in his chair: "Wanting to float away from worldly matters and quietly watch the clouds and water, yet having to deal with mundane affairs, the contradiction lies here for me. Wine is the same, desires the lingering aftertaste of mist and clouds, yet the tang inside explodes on the Spirit Platform, impossible to dispel, and the aftertaste ironically remains right here. If I say I actually enjoy its unintended robustness, I wonder what his face would look like."
