"This wine is delicious. I, Yan Sheng, have been a bit rude. Please don't blame me, Brother Song." After Xu Xing finished drinking, he apologized.
At this time, he saw that Song Knife was only holding the wine and not drinking it. Dissatisfaction inevitably showed on his face. "Could it be that Brother Song suspects that the wine I, Yan Sheng, offered contains poison?"
"Forget it, forget it. A good banquet shouldn't keep people any longer. Please, Brother Song, do leave." He made a gesture as if to usher him out.
"That's not it." Song Knife quickly apologized and explained, "The seniors in our Sect have warned disciples that when traveling, they shouldn't recklessly consume food or drink from outside the Sect, to prevent unforeseen dangers."
"Although this Hongxia Wine is delicious, I, Song, must still heed the earnest teachings of my Sect's seniors."
"It's not that I, Song, am unwilling to share this fine wine with you, fellow Daoist, but these are our Sect's rules," he said.
