Baili An bowed his head in a daze, staring at the empty white jade wine cup, seemingly puzzled.
Su Guanhai was also gaping, his expression one of shock.
Below the platform, the myriad of men who had long admired the immortal name of Su Jing watched the scene, inevitably feeling bittersweet.
In their hearts, Su Jing was like this unworldly, pure-as-white-jade lady, untainted by wealth, color, or the fumes of wine.
If sitting at the same table with the young man was due to the binding of the sea demon's tendrils,
What, then, did it mean for her to block a drink for him now?
Marquis Changming and Daoist Du held their wine cups, stunned for a long while, but seeing Su Jing's gaze coldly sweeping over, the two could only smile wryly and raise their cups, draining the Sanqing Wine within.
