Unfortunately, I had already downed several gulps of wine, and it was too late to stop me. Now, I felt as though the entire world had begun to sway. The wine really did hit hard, sending my meridians racing forward without the slightest stagnation.
That sensation of electricity coursing through my meridians left me tingling all over. At the same time, my mental power had concentrated to its utmost. Once I felt I was about ready, I lifted the wine jar, stood up, and strode outside.
"Where are you going?" Meng Xuejun hurried after me. I gave her a carefree smile, a strange look on my face. "Of course I'm going to the Sword-Testing Platform. Where else? Your boudoir, so I can sleep?"
"You!" Meng Xuejun's face flushed, and she immediately grew embarrassed, though she still said, "Fine, I won't bother with you anymore. Do whatever you want. But if you lose and other people laugh at you, don't expect me to care."
"Victory and defeat are both commonplace for soldiers. I don't really care. Besides, I can test my sword on the Sword-Testing Platform whenever I want." I wasn't drunk to the point of being unable to wield a sword. After all, if I got completely drunk in one go, I wouldn't be testing Sword Lord Changjian's swordsmanship—I would just be looking for somewhere to sleep.
Moreover, Sword Lord Changjian hadn't been that drunk at the beginning, either. His drunken sword had taken shape step by step. I was bringing the wine jar to the Sword-Testing Platform precisely so I could achieve the same effect as him, only I intended to compress the process into the shortest time possible.
When I reached the Sword-Testing Platform atop the snowy mountain, everyone stared at me as I carried up a jar