Qi Shan: "Sober now?"
That fast?
Seeing Young Master Shen's complexion return to normal, Qi Shan let out a long breath. Just now, when he had seen the young master curled up motionlessly, he had thought someone had poisoned him to death. Thankfully, it had only been a false alarm. Yet Young Master Shen ignored him, climbing to his feet and putting on his wooden clogs.
Chu Yao: "You've got your left and right shoes on backward. You're clearly still drunk."
Qi Shan: "..."
Shen Tang wore a blank expression as she looked around, seemingly searching for something. After a long while, her gaze fixed on the courtyard gate. Qi Shan and the other man did not understand what she intended to do at first. The next moment, they saw the youth raise a hand and grab at something in the air.
Literary qi surged, transforming into a longsword.
The sword measured a full three chi and four cun. Its blade was only slightly wider than two fingers, appearing especially slender beneath the moonlight. A closer look at the hilt revealed nine golden dragons of varying shapes and colors coiled around it, their eyes set with jewels. The character "Mercy" was engraved upon the blade.
Qi Shan: "!!!???"
Chu Yao: "!!!???"
Wait, what was she going to do!!!
Seeing her carry the sword toward the courtyard gate, Qi Shan made a snap decision.
He shouted, "You Li!"
Shen Tang halted, turning her head slightly toward Qi Shan. Her brows knit faintly, as though trying to identify who was speaking.
"Yuan Liang, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Her words were crisp and clear, without the slightest trace of drunkenness.
"It's still early. I'm not sleepy yet." Qi Shan looked at Shen Tang's sword, his scalp beginning to tingle. A senseless drunk