Within the Celestia Demiplane, on the deck of a Lunar-class II Floating Battleship, Velin lay atop Xing, basking in the sun and occasionally reaching out to stroke its soft fur.
Feeling itchy, Xing could not help twisting its body.
"Don't move."
Hearing its master's words, Xing turned its head and widened its eyes, as though waiting for something.
Under the gaze of that little drunkard, Velin helplessly took a bottle of Glowing Wine from his Spatial Ring, lifted it with Battle Qi, and sent it before Xing.
Looking at the fine wine in the bottle, Xing grabbed it with a claw, pulled out the cork, and guzzled it down.
It was still the same flavor, one that made it impossible to forget.
Even though it had occasionally drunk other wines with denser magical power than Glowing Wine, none of them tasted as good.
Within a few breaths, an entire bottle of Glowing Wine had entered Xing's body.
After shaking the bottle and pouring the last drop into its mouth, Xing used the power of wind to send the bottle into the distance. After placing it in a corner, it slowly closed its eyes and began to sleep.
Hearing the sound of the glass bottle hitting the ground, Velin knew without thinking that the drunkard was done.
Fortunately, his family had deep pockets. If an ordinary household kept a drunkard like this, it would have been eaten into bankruptcy long ago.
"Let you stay comfortable a little longer. Once we return to Qixing Territory, I'll have you put the combat skills you learned in the Ninth Legion to use."
All of a sudden, Xing felt a chill. It opened its eyes, looked around in confusion, and, finding nothing unusual, closed its eyes and continued sleeping.
After working hard for so many