"What is it?" Mo Han asked strangely. "Has something happened?" The official quickly replied, "The First Prince just sent a messenger to invite you to his residence as a guest. The sedan chair has been waiting outside for a long time; if you hadn't arrived, I wouldn't have known what to do."

Mo Han was startled by the official's answer. The Emperor hadn't even received him yet, yet a Prince was seeking him out first. Things were clearly not as simple as they seemed.

With that thought, Mo Han turned to the official with an apologetic expression. "I am truly sorry. I went out for a brief walk and almost lost my way, which is why I returned late. I apologize for the delay, esteemed sir."

The official hastily responded, "No trouble at all, sir. You should quickly change your clothes and prepare to leave."

Mo Han stated, "There's no need to change. There's nothing particularly worth changing into. Let's leave now."

Hearing Mo Han's reply, the official paused internally. How could one visit a Prince without dressing up? However, being a seasoned veteran, he didn't press the matter further upon hearing Mo Han's words, immediately leading Mo Han toward a luxurious carriage waiting outside.

After giving instructions to the coachman, Mo Han settled into the carriage, which immediately sped toward the Prince's manor.

Before long, the carriage arrived at the residence of the Beast Race's First Prince. As Mo Han alighted, two Beast Race servants emerged from the entrance and led him directly into the grand hall at the center of the estate. Upon entering, Mo Han noticed more than a dozen Beast Race individuals already seated in the hall, representing various clans. On the main seat at the center of the hall sat a tall, powerfully built young beastman. However, his features were unlike those of other beastmen with distinct animal traits; instead, he looked rather human, except his face was covered in hair, and his entire outer body was blanketed in black fur.

This sight immediately brought to mind the primitive humans from his Earth. Could it be that the primitive humans of old Earth were actually ancestors of the Behemoth royal line? Mo Han mused fancifully to himself.

At this moment, the servant who ushered Mo Han in knelt on the ground and announced, "Reporting to Your Highness, the First Prince, the human special envoy has arrived."

The beastmen drinking in the center of the hall all set down their wine cups upon hearing the servant's words, gazing at Mo Han with expressions of curiosity. This made Mo Han feel rather strange. Back on his Earth, he was the one visiting lions, oxen, or wolves; now, it was these beastmen observing him. A wave of awkwardness washed over Mo Han, and his expression became slightly unnatural.

The First Prince, seated in the center of the hall, heard the servant's report and softly responded with an "Mm," adding, "Understood. You may withdraw."

The servant immediately bowed respectfully and retreated.

Mo Han then walked leisurely into the hall and performed the common continental courtesy toward the First Prince, saying, "Mo Han, Special Envoy of the Human Race, pays respects to Your Highness. I wish Your Highness health and well-being."

As soon as Mo Han finished speaking, a lion-man seated to the right spoke sharply, "Insolent! You dare not kneel before our First Prince? You are exceedingly bold."

Yet, the First Prince offered no rebuke, merely watching Mo Han with a faint smile.

Mo Han understood this was a deliberate show of dominance, designed to test his reaction. With this realization, Mo Han remained calm and replied with a composed smile, "I currently serve as the Special Envoy of the Sky Dragon Empire, representing all the subjects and the royal lineage of the Sky Dragon Empire. In essence, I stand on equal footing with Your Highness, and thus, kneeling is unnecessary. This is not disrespect, but a matter concerning national dignity. Mo Han would certainly not dare to be remiss; surely the First Prince would not take offense?" His words were neither submissive nor arrogant, crafted flawlessly so that no fault could be found. The lion-man who had spoken was momentarily silenced by Mo Han's response. The First Prince then spoke, his eyes showing approval, "Heh heh, Special Envoy, you take things too seriously. It was merely a misunderstanding. Please, Special Envoy, take your seat immediately."

With that, servants brought a chair and seated him in the position of honor on the left, demonstrating considerable respect for Mo Han.

As soon as he was seated, the First Prince raised his cup and spoke, "Come, let us first toast the Special Envoy to welcome you."

Everyone else in the hall quickly raised their cups in agreement. Mo Han quickly responded, "Thank you, Your Highness. Then I shall drain this first cup without reservation."

Saying this, he lifted the cup and drank.

As the wine hit his stomach, Mo Han felt as if a fire was igniting within him. He inwardly sighed—what a potent spirit! If measured by the standards of his Earth, this must be over forty proof. Realizing this, Mo Han swiftly channeled his Battle Qi, slowly forcing the alcohol fumes out of his body. He congratulated himself on his luck; fortunately, he had Battle Qi to protect him, otherwise, he would surely have made a fool of himself today. An ordinary person would likely be knocked out after just one cup. The Beast Race's cups were large, like Earth's big beverage mugs, which certainly suited the straightforward nature of the beastmen, but an ordinary person truly couldn't handle it.

The entire hall of beastmen stared at Mo Han after he finished drinking. Seeing him down a full cup of their strong liquor without any apparent effect, surprise flickered across their faces.

The First Prince praised him further, "Special Envoy has quite the tolerance. Our Beast Race's Gana wine is not something ordinary people can withstand; many humans have been felled by it. Special Envoy, you are the first human I have seen drink a full cup and remain completely unfazed. I am impressed."

Hearing this, Mo Han replied with a display of boldness, "What is there to be impressed by? This is hardly strong liquor. I have tasted far stronger spirits. You will only truly know what strong liquor is once you have tried mine."

Upon hearing Mo Han's statement, the First Prince and everyone in the hall displayed expressions of disbelief. The Prince spoke, "Is what the Special Envoy says true? Our Beast Race's Gana wine is recognized continent-wide as the strongest spirit available. Is there anything stronger? I have never heard of it. If that is the case, I would certainly like to try some."

All the beastmen in the hall nodded in agreement with the First Prince, supporting his assertion.

Mo Han smiled and stated, "I naturally would not deceive Your Highness. How about this: I happen to have some, though I didn't bring it this time. Next time I visit, I will bring some over for Your Highness to sample, and then you will know."

Hearing Mo Han's reply, the First Prince felt a stirring of intense desire. For all beastmen, this held a fatal attraction; these creatures were practically alcoholics. If Mo Han truly spoke the truth—that there existed a spirit superior to Gana—it would inevitably ignite their craving.