Mu Yang Is the Smoke Riddle Master's Junior? Obsidian Grandma's Move Was Still Too Ruthless

The group met up in the tavern.

All that could be said was, as expected of Mu Yang—he had brought such explosive gossip the moment he returned.

The three of them sat down together.

The Pyro Archon observed Sitrali's expression.

She spoke first. "If there's nothing urgent, I'll head back and rest first."

"Report anything non-urgent during my working hours."

With that, she drained the drink in front of her.

"Then let's call this one a draw, Mu Yang."

After saying that, Marivka left the tavern.

The Pyro Archon had high emotional intelligence.

Wasn't she just taking the opportunity to call it a draw?

Judging by how composed Mu Yang looked, Marivka was probably at a slight disadvantage.

Why didn't they show me the defeat CG?

You brat.

The Pyro Archon left directly, and Sitrali knew her temperament well.

She kept public and private matters separate.

She still needed to sort out Olorun's affairs.

They could talk about it tomorrow.

A few more hours wouldn't make a difference anyway.

The three of them made small talk with Mu Yang while ordering food.

After everything Ying and Paimon had been through, they were indeed hungry.

Still, they ordered juice.

Sitrali did not care about that. There was still plenty of time before tomorrow's report.

Drink!

She ordered several pitchers of alcohol and began guzzling them down.

At this rate, it would not be long before her face turned red...

"Mu Yang, why does your Liyue have secret arts for creating doubles too...?"

All right, all right, getting tipsy immediately, huh?

A lightweight who loved drinking?

I had a feeling Grandma was about to embarrass herself again.

A legendary scene in the making.

How many dishes did she have to get this drunk?

Paimon was speechless. Where was this double?

Mu Yang