Wine did not intoxicate him; he intoxicated himself.
He was drunk because everyone here was his family, his friends, his companions.
His teacher, childhood friend, father...
They were all here.
A tiny world, a tiny space, yet it carried the flavor of home.
He had swept across the myriad realms and run rampant through the three Gates; billions feared him. No matter how good it was outside, it was not home.
Laughter and cheerful voices filled the air, everyone speaking their hearts freely.
At this moment, Su Yu was very happy.
No one knew how long had passed before the surroundings fell silent.
Liu Wenyan and the others looked at Su Yu, who had fallen asleep against his chair. No one spoke. They all carefully withdrew.
And Su Yu, the moment they left, suddenly opened his eyes. He was awake...
He had wanted to sleep for a while, but without the clamor around him, sleepiness instead deserted him.
Above his head, Hairy Ball had fallen asleep.
There were no divine characters to lick, but licking Su Yu was just as good. The current Su Yu was, in truth, the incarnation of the Dao, the incarnation of heaven and earth. He was rather fragrant too. Hairy Ball had licked to its heart's content, except Su Yu felt that his head was a little wet. That fellow had drooled.
Inside the room, cups and dishes lay scattered everywhere. No one had cleaned them up, afraid of disturbing Su Yu.
Su Yu remained slumped in his chair, motionless, lying there lazily like a puddle of mud. It was comfortable.
For one fleeting moment, Su Yu thought that perhaps he should just stay here.
Let King Wen and the others fail to find him!
*How wonderful would it be if I just shut the