Bi Xiao: I'll Cut!

Dongshenzhou, Flower-Fruit Mountain

"Come on! Bottoms up!"

Bai Ze, Feng Lian, Qin Yuan, Chetie, and Dragon King of the East Sea Ao Guang sat around the stone table, drinking and exchanging cups.

After three rounds, Ao Guang's face had flushed red. He belched and said with a hearty laugh:

"Four... old... seniors..."

"Don't you... have... important... business..."

Seeing that half a cup of Osmanthus Brew remained, Ao Guang immediately downed it. How could the dignified Dragon King of the East Sea "raise fish" in his cup?

"Hm?"

"Alas, drinking delays business! Drinking delays business!"

Bai Ze suddenly set down his jade cup, slapped his forehead several times, and shook his head helplessly.

"Feng Lian, Qin Yuan, Chetie!"

"Come on, come with me to Mount Hua!"

Bai Ze summoned a feather fan and waved it. Three streaks of clear light shot out, instantly sobering the other three Demon Saints.

"Ao Guang, this Osmanthus Brew of yours really packs a punch!"

"No wonder it was made by a Saint of the Moon Palace!"

Chetie shook his head. A layer of drunken haze still clouded his eyes as he muttered in a deep, booming voice.

By the time they left the cave abode, it was already deep into the night. The moon shone brightly amid sparse stars, and waves of sea breeze swept past.

"Let's go!"

"It won't do to delay the Imperial Lord's business!"

Bai Ze shook his head. The sea breeze had cleared his mind considerably, and he instantly forced the alcohol from his body.

Qin Yuan beside him did the same. She narrowed her eyes, her voice still carrying a hint of softness.

"That's right!"

"Next time Ao Guang invites us, we absolutely mustn't drink too much!"

The four Demon Saints who had let drinking delay their business immediately rode