Feng Xun wants to participate in the Alcohol Battle Conference as well?
That caught Ye Lingyue by surprise.
If really someone were to drink themselves sick, Old Sir Mu who's almost like a grand old lady, would surely be the first to come to her demanding an explanation.
As if guessing Ye Lingyue's thoughts, Feng Xun beamed with a radiant smile.
"Do you think I cannot hold my liquor? Though my body is frail, my tolerance to alcohol isn't weak. In Beiqing where it is bitterly cold, the people are adept at brewing various strong spirits to stave off the chill. Due to my constitution, I practically grew up drinking medicinal wines, and ordinary urns of alcohol cannot floor me." Feng Xun's words were indeed the truth.
When his Cold Syndrome first manifested, he tried to suppress it using strong alcohol, but as he aged, even potent spirits could not restrain the erratic cold energies within his body.
