Kapitel 844: Dao Battle 1

Hah? 

Elle felt like hear ears were failing her at this time. She had to consciously clean them thoroughly and prompt Shadowheart to repeat his words, before her expression became strange. 

So because of alcohol, those two fellows were born rivals…? 

How the fuck did that make any sense?! 

"It's complicated. It has to do with their innate talent, beliefs and willpower." Nightwalker chipped in to explain. 

"For example, myself and Brother Shadowheart are also fellow seekers of the Dao of Alcohol, but our tastes lie in different sub areas. I prefer cognacs, whereas Shadowheart likes whiskey and wine." Nightwalker continued while taking a sip from his trademark flagon.