Everyone was celebrating.
They had danced to their hearts' content, and now groups of friends sat together, playing a drinking game.
The rules were simple. Each person named something they could do. If anyone present couldn't do it, they had to drink.
The long-bearded old man waved his hand, scattering specks of magical light over the crowd.
"From this moment on, no one can lie. Let the game begin!"
The old man called out gleefully.
Anna picked up her glass and said loudly, "I'll go first. I've never been afraid of death!"
"Of course the God of Death isn't afraid of death. How crafty of you," Gu Qingshan said with a smile.
Everyone shrugged and raised their glasses, then drank.
—Apart from the God of Death, no matter how courageous someone was, they always feared death to some degree.
"Next, Barry," Old Fairy called.
Barry picked up his glass. He thought for a moment, then said, "When I'm fighting, I never worry that I might die."
Everyone except Anna raised their glasses again.
No helping it. They had to drink.
They drained their glasses.
Ye Feili set his glass down, his face a little flushed.
He couldn't hold his liquor.
"Hey, hey, hey. Fine, you can forbid us from using our abilities to sober up, but it's not fair to hit everyone with a map-wide attack like this. You can't make everyone drink every time," he protested.
"Now it's your turn. Say something," the long-bearded old man said with a smile.
Ye Feili refilled his glass and looked around at everyone at the bar.
An idea struck him.
Got it!
Ye Feili raised his glass high and said, "I've never liked men, and I never will!"
A wave of laughter swept through the room.
The men put down their glasses,