Before Nine Heavens Waterfall, the various Holy Sons sat and drank to their hearts' content. It was not until deep into the night that the disciples of their respective sects and Lineages helped the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters away.
Meng Qinxian drunkenly shouted, "That bastard Yi Song said he was going hunting, and the sect elders instructed him not to drink too much strong liquor. But once he started drinking, he was the one pouring the most!"
Supported by several Celestial Immortal Sect disciples, Yi Song also shouted drunkenly, "Don't leave, none of you leave! Come on, keep drinking... It's rare for everyone to be this happy today."
Lin Bai was doing fairly well. Perhaps because he was accustomed to drinking Dragon Blood Wine, the fine wine Yi Song had brought from the Celestial Immortal Sect, though excellent, still lacked something compared to Dragon Blood Wine.
The Southern Sky Hunting Garden also had the distinction between day and night. By day, the Southern Sky Hunting Garden stretched beneath ten thousand miles of clear sky; at night, it was bathed in enchanting moonlight.
Especially when standing atop the Southern Sky Seventy-Two Peaks and looking up, the moon seemed very low, as if one could pluck the stars from the sky simply by raising a hand.
The bright moon resembled a jade plate hanging high in the sky. It cast down gentle yet enchanting moonlight, draping the earth in silver.
The night in the Southern Sky Hunting Garden was breathtakingly beautiful.
Even the breeze was gentle.
Old Ancestor Pan Qing saw the disciples of the Tianshui Sect return and smiled. "Looks like you drank quite a bit."
Zhou Xinjin chuckled. "Senior Brother Holy Son drank some with them, while we drank very little."
Bai Yifei said with a bitter smile, "How