Li Qingshen had already downed his own drink and had promptly seized the glass that Ling Momo had just lifted to her lips. Without a word, he once again raised the glass and drained it, speaking in a casual tone, "I'm sorry, my student isn't very good at drinking, so I drank her share."
Because it was Li Qingshen, the Mythical God, that aloof and lofty man who was difficult to approach, even his courteous words carried a commanding presence that made it hard for anyone to oppose him. Even if they came forward merely to share a drink with the popular Mythical Goddess, they didn't dare act out of turn but could only maintain a polite smile, greet Li Qingshen, and then leave.
As the evening progressed, people continued to come forward to offer toasts. Each time, Qingshen would drink two glasses, his slender fingers grasping the tall glass, tilting his head back slightly, and charmingly finishing his drink with apparent ease and a rich demeanor.
