Inside the grand hall, the flames burned bright and the wine flowed freely.
Wei Xiong had only downed two bowls of Rice Wine when his face turned crimson and his eyes began to glaze over.
Then he toppled headfirst to the floor and fell into a deep sleep.
Wang Chen said, "Uh."
No matter how poor an Innate Martial Artist's drinking capacity was, it could not possibly be this bad.
If this had happened, then there was only one possibility...
Wang Chen hurriedly found the two Crane-shaped Pots and put them into his storage pouch.
The two Misty Immortal Pots were both his spoils of war, taken respectively from the traveling merchant and the Taize Three Friends.
He had kept them buried at the bottom of his chest until now.
To deal with Lu Defang this time, Wang Chen had deliberately taken them out.
Earlier, he had cooked porridge, grilled meat, and brushed on sauce to use the fragrance of the food to conceal the scent of the Bewitching Smoke.
As it turned out, Lu Defang had truly fallen for it!
Of course, trying to bring down a great perfection of Qi Condensation cultivator with such a thing was no different from a fool dreaming in broad daylight.
All Wang Chen wanted was for it to have even the slightest effect on his powerful enemy.
To create one chance to Make a Move!
Lu Defang had been careless for a moment and lost an eye.
That had laid the foundation for Wang Chen's later victory!
He had not expected that he would forget to put it away afterward and end up knocking Wei Xiong out as well.
This thing was quite formidable indeed.
Wang Chen quickly took out an Awakening Spirit Pill, crushed it, and stuffed it into Wei Xiong's