Chapter 502: Pouring the Wine

"Honored seniors, let me pour you some wine!" Ziming roared with excitement. With a flourish of his hands, his inner strength swirled through the air, causing nine large wine jars to float gracefully into the air, hovering at about waist height. Under Ziming's control, the jars tipped simultaneously, and the emerald-green wine flowed like nine elegant waterfalls, landing accurately and steadily into the large bowls in front of Benedict Long and the others. Amazingly, not a single drop spilled onto...