(Sorry, today's extra chapter might be a little late.)
At the sight, Qing Xuan's frown deepened.
Even so, he forced down his anger and said, one word at a time,
"What... are you doing?"
The man who had scrambled to his feet hiccupped and gave him a foolish grin.
"Nothing much. Hic... We've all been holding back for so long... Now that things are finally getting started, we thought we'd... hic... have a little fun..."
Qing Xuan stared at the mess strewn across the floor. After holding his tongue for a long moment, he finally forced out a few words.
"You have fifteen minutes. Clean this up!"
Some time later, a group of servants had finally made the place considerably cleaner. The smell, however, still lingered, enough to make anyone gag.
Qing Xuan's brow remained tightly furrowed as he swept his gaze over his still-drunken colleagues. Then he spoke slowly.
"Yes, I know you all inherited your positions from your fathers. You were born into them, and you think yourselves far above ordinary people... But we are members of the Green Palace, the only channel through which people can communicate with the immortal. I can overlook your usual drinking and debauchery, but at a time like this... can you at least show a little dignity?"
Someone at the other end of the table immediately replied with a careless shrug.
"Can dignity fill your stomach? This place is forbidden to everyone else anyway. We could hold a banquet every day and no one would see..."
A vein twitched at Qing Xuan's temple. He rapped the table hard.
"Even if no one else can see you, what about the immortal? Aren't you afraid of incurring their wrath if they see you like this?"
Another man laughed.
"Oh, I thought