Braving the fierce wind and torrential rain, they returned to the cliffside and drank deeply atop the mound that resembled a grave.
With the magnificent sight of the Crimson Dragon River and Tiger's Fury River converging, crashing waves against the shore and surging swells serving as their drinking accompaniment, nothing could have been more satisfying than the finest delicacies.
Meng Chao finally understood why this wine was called Fierce Blood Dragon Scale Wine.
After drinking it, he felt as though his blood had turned to magma, dragon scales had grown across his skin, and his whole body had become a Diamond Nine-Headed Dragon ready to wreak havoc in Heaven.
They drank as they talked grandly of everything under the sun.
They spoke of Dragon City's Glorious Years, of the martyrs and heroes who had fallen along the road of progress, and of how prosperous and beautiful Dragon City would become in the future.
Naturally, they also exchanged cultivation insights and discussed just how narrowly they had escaped death, and how thrilling their battles and adventures had been.
Long Feijun still got drunk.
This time, he was drunk beyond all measure, unable even to walk on his own.
As Meng Chao carried him back to the dormitory, stumbling deep and shallow through the mud, this iron-blooded, brawny man would sometimes cry like a child, sometimes laugh like an idiot, and sometimes ramble incoherently.
"M-Meng Chao, remember this. Dragon City's future absolutely cannot be decided by those greedy, profit-blinded bastards. It should be decided by us...
"If only you joined the Crimson Dragon Army. You were practically born for the Crimson Dragon Army!
"No, maybe you shouldn't join the Crimson Dragon Army after all. The Crimson Dragon Army is too simple. We only know how to fight, and all we want is