Yu Xiaogang had already been here for three or four days.
But aside from Su Xuan and Flender, no one knew.
The village's only tavern.
The white-clad youth raised a disguised bottle of baijiu and clinked glasses with the middle-aged man across from him, who looked like a shrewd merchant.
"Haha, Dean, what is there to worry about?"
A bitter smile tugged at Flender's lips.
"But I'm still scared deep down."
Su Xuan patted his chest and assured him, "I'm the best at winning girls over. With me helping you, Dean, what is there to worry about?"
"Haha, I'll take Your Highness's auspicious words."
"You're too polite. Come, Dean, another drink."
"Good! Good! Good!"
"Haha, true brothers. Bottoms up!"
Su Xuan had successfully deceived Flender. What he had given Flender was fifty-proof refined baijiu, while his own was sweet fruit wine with an alcohol content of 3.8 percent.
So although they both drank their glasses in one gulp, after several rounds, Su Xuan remained perfectly lucid, his eyes bright and alert, while Flender was already dead drunk, his gaze unfocused.
They had agreed beforehand to seal their Soul Power cultivation and not use it to sober up.
Su Xuan watched the Soul Sage before him, his face flushed red and reeking of alcohol in a miserable state.
He silently thought that even after nearly twenty years without seeing a woman, Flender could still hold such blazing passion and love for her.
Flender did have admirable qualities. Just that alone was something Su Xuan needed to learn from.
Su Xuan looked at the middle-aged man before him with respect.
Su Xuan shook his head. "Uncle De, find some people to carry Dean Flender away so he doesn't affect their business."
Uncle De called over several subordinates to handle the matter, then