At this moment, after repeatedly pouring liquor down her own throat, Han Yi was clearly a little muddled.
Strictly speaking, a Saint Realm martial artist would never get drunk no matter how much alcohol she drank, so long as she herself did not want to.
Yet for some reason, Han Yi wanted to get herself drunk.
It was strange. Before Jiang Liu appeared, she had never thought so much.
She had still acted just as she always had, fooling around with her senior brothers.
But ever since Jiang Liu had reappeared—especially after seeing him chatting and laughing with Han Yue—she had begun to feel uncomfortable inside.
She did not know what this meant, so she could only use the liquor to numb herself a little.
Frost God rose to his feet, came to Han Yi's side, and said coldly, "Sober up and come with me."
At his words, Han Yi shuddered and immediately sobered up.
Although her father usually did not interfere much with her, she was still afraid whenever he lost his temper.
She hurriedly circulated the cultivation technique within her body, dispersed the drunkenness clinging to her, and followed Frost God to the rear hall.
"Tell me. What happened?" Frost God sat down casually in a chair and asked Han Yi.
"It was, it was..." Han Yi looked at Frost God's stern expression and did not know how to answer.
She did not even know how to begin explaining the matter.
"Did something happen between you and that boy?" Frost God asked directly, without beating around the bush.
Han Yi nodded, but still did not reveal the truth.
Frost God frowned, then thrust out a hand. A streak of white Icy Primal Qi appeared and struck Han Yi.
The moment his Qi entered Han Yi's body, his brows