He staggered into the room, found a cup, and poured a drink for the young man. "Yun Shen, have a drink!"
Yun Shen frowned slightly, clearly a bit disgusted. The fortune-teller was displeased. With a wave of his sleeve, he immediately forced Yun Shen's mouth open and poured the drink down.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
Yun Shen coughed, annoyed. "Yun Yubai! I'm practicing fasting meditation. Drinking this mortal realm's alcohol will affect my cultivation technique!"
Although being addressed directly by his name, Yun Yubai didn't get upset. Instead, he chuckled, "You, after so many years of practice, still haven't made progress. You might as well enjoy life as it comes."
He leisurely sat down and burped after a drink. Yun Shen's eyes reddened instantly, feeling a bit aggrieved. "I haven't been a disciple for long, and you've come to the mortal realm. I've been reading and practicing on my own. It's strange if I've made progress."