When the liquor of the Maiden Red was poured out from the jar, it wasn't a lot, but it was extremely dense. The color was like amber, charming and pretty. When the liquor was poured into the bowls, the aroma was lingering around the air and spreading away.
It seemed like the entire city was drunk at this night…
The other five assassins just sat outside the door. They kept sniffing.
They made sounds.
They could feel themselves out of control because of the thirst when they just smelled the aroma.
They couldn't drink, yet they had to stand there smelling it. It was such a supreme quality liquor. That was an extreme torture to them!
The Boundless Saint was in a good mood that he hadn't have for a long time. He had a couple of drinks and the taste was still lingering in his mouth. He felt like walking on air. He felt himself a few years younger, and the world seemed to be better for him. It was absolutely some hard-earned emotion for an assassin!