As the liquor slid down his throat, it felt like a volcanic eruption in his stomach, countless threads of scorching heat, carrying a peculiar coolness, surged upwards, straight into the Purple Mansion Divine Soul.
In an instant, Zhao Sheng's mind became exceptionally clear, and in his slightly intoxicated state, countless novel ideas emerged.
At the same time, his Primordial Spirit Thought unexpectedly experienced a slight growth.
Huh?!
Zhao Sheng felt a burst of clarity before his eyes, immediately taking another sip of the liquor, and after swallowing, his Divine Thought indeed experienced a bit more enhancement.
He never imagined the Thousand-Year-Old Fire Dragon Wine would have such miraculous effects, and as a result, he couldn't help but gulp it down eagerly.
An hour later, the wine jar was empty, Zhao Sheng's belly slightly protruded, and two patches of rosy wine clouds appeared on his cheeks, indicating he was already thirty percent drunk.
