My active control over my attacks had been brought to full effect. With the success of my first attempt under my belt, I had become increasingly adept at controlling the pace as I wrapped up the third stage. By the time I defeated my three-hundredth opponent and left the Trial Sword Platform, everyone was staring at me, dumbfounded.
"Big Brother Xia, when did you sober up?" Liulisha asked in surprise.
After a full day of fighting, most of my drunkenness had worn off. Yet when I opened my eyes, I still found that Liulisha appeared slightly doubled whenever I looked at her. That told me just how thoroughly drunk I had been. I did not even know how I had defeated a hundred opponents and ended up standing there.
What surprised me was that this drunken state had not made my steps unsteady in the slightest. I had already transcended the state of drunkenness where one could barely control oneself, reaching the point where even in extreme drunkenness, everything seemed normal. It was as if every action arose from instinct and was ultimately attributed to instinct. When one was drunk enough that all their behavior appeared perfectly normal, they themselves knew they were drunk, while it was hardly strange that others would think they were sober.
"Not sober... still groggy... hic..." I hiccupped, then looked toward the wine jar on the ground and picked it up again. Before I could drink, I caught sight of someone snoring on the ground. Taking a closer look, I saw that Grand Supreme Qingwei was already snoring in the snowy field in the distance. Half my wine jar was empty, so the old man was probably the one who had drunk it.
Qingwei Xin's face was flushed too, and she was draped over Shandao's