Pan Yuming felt somewhat overwhelmed and hurriedly took the flask, but his surprised and doubtful expression revealed that this scene was entirely unexpected to him.
He looked at Zhou Yan and, seeing that the other party didn't seem to be faking, he became somewhat skeptical yet willing to believe.
Holding the pitch-black flask, he dared not drink, yet didn't dare to actually drink, his hands trembling.
Zhou Yan smiled and said, "The alcohol I, Zhou Yan, offer is not something ordinary people get to taste. If I invite you to drink, just drink with peace of mind."
"Yes, yes."
With an embarrassed smile, Pan Yuming picked up the flask, trembling as he took a big gulp, but because of the shaking of his hands, he only managed to drink a little over half of it.
The rest spilled over him, and in that instant, the air was filled with the strong scent of alcohol.
The aroma was even strong enough to be pungent at times.