What an old thief Fu Jian was!
He'd actually kicked the ball back, making Ling Tong go explain things to Deep Sea!
Seeing the order Ling Tong had received, Daoist Wang, who had just been about to get some sleep, nearly started cursing.
And Ling Tong was obediently preparing to go explain the matter to Deep Sea...
Wang Jixuan rubbed his forehead. "I'll handle this. It'll be easier for one man to talk to another. Come get me when Deep Sea wakes up. I'll find somewhere to sleep for a while first."
"I can go too."
"It's fine, I'll do it. Have Sister Wan prepare a few dishes, and get some real alcohol for me at Fortress No. 82. Uncle Tai can come with me later."
Wang Jixuan snapped his fingers.
"I'm going to sleep for a bit, Commander. Peony will be with me. Call anytime if there's a problem."
Ling Tong was hesitant to speak, but Daoist Wang had already waved his hand and left the tent with his Loyal Wingman.
Ling Tong had actually wanted to remind him:
Half-Human Mechs were a disciplined force. They weren't even allowed to drink alcohol during routine training.
Still, under the current absurd circumstances, a little alcohol-induced numbness might not be such a bad thing.
Wang Jixuan slept for less than two hours before his spiritual awareness recovered to normal.
He didn't dare waste time on such a luxury as sleep. Forcing his eyelids open, he switched to meditation and arranged over ten crystal cores around himself.
Cultivation was something that required steady accumulation over time.
Not long after he began meditating, Peony boarded the Supply Vehicle and knocked on the door to its rear cabin.
"Commander, Deep Sea has awakened. Uncle Tai, who will accompany the drinking, has entered combat