When Jiang Shuo had lived in Chiyun Village, his clan had brewed wine too, but under Jiang Huaiyi's strict supervision, he had never been allowed near it. His curiosity about wine had taken root in his heart long ago. Now that he'd finally gotten to try it, he was satisfied—but ended up drunk for most of the day.
By the time Jiang Shuo opened his eyes, the sun was already high overhead. Rubbing his slightly aching head, he sat up in bed, feeling as if paste had been poured into every joint in his body. He'd never imagined that sleeping could be so exhausting. After a quick wash, Jiang Shuo stepped out of his room with his hair sticking up in every direction. Li Zicheng, who had been practicing outside, hurried over, a teasing smile hanging on his face. "You're awake. Did you enjoy yourself a little too much last night?"
Jiang Shuo glanced at Li Zicheng. He'd drunk even more than Jiang Shuo the night before, yet now his complexion was rosy and he looked full of energy. How could he look so much better than Jiang Shuo?
Jiang Shuo rolled his eyes and continued toward the courtyard gate. Seeing this, Li Zicheng asked curiously, "What, are you heading out?"
"Yeah. I have something to take care of." Leaving those words behind, Jiang Shuo walked out of the Hundred Flowers Sect and headed for the Mad Saber Sect in the east of the city. Taishu Sheng was dead and Wenren Qiang had escaped; the Mad Saber Sect had fallen overnight. The few survivors had fled with the sect's valuables, leaving the place deserted and eerily quiet. Only four Hundred Flowers Sect Disciples stood guard at the entrance, keeping outsiders from wandering in.
"Junior Brother Jiang, you're here too?" The