As night fell, several bonfires were lit, crackling and sending sparks flying, creating a mesmerizing sight.
Chen An’nian and the coachman sat together, sharing a roasted rabbit and a large piece of venison.
The coachman took off his hip flask, took a sip, and handed it to Chen An’nian, saying, “Come, An’nian, have a sip as well.”
Chen An’nian took a bite of the tender rabbit meat and accepted the flask without hesitation, taking a gulp.
“Ha… it’s spicy…”
It was his first time drinking alcohol, and he almost choked.
Chen An’nian’s face immediately turned red, and he quickly opened his mouth to catch his breath.
“Haha… a man should drink,” the coachman laughed heartily, cutting a piece of meat with his knife and handing it to Chen An’nian.
“Come, drink and eat heartily, that’s what being a man is all about!”
Chen An’nian took it and imitated the coachman, throwing it directly into his mouth.
“Satisfying! I’ve never eaten like this in the sect,” he remarked.