Third Brother Jiang left, off drinking with his friends.
Yuwen Duo did not leave. Not because he was particularly dependable, but because Zhao Rucheng was afraid of being thrown out of Yiyang Palace alone, so he forcibly dragged Yuwen Duo down to wait with him.
That wait lasted the entire night.
The wine in Yiyang Palace was naturally among the finest on the grasslands.
Neither of the two drinkers deliberately used Dao Essence to sober up.
By the third watch of the night, Yuwen Duo was already utterly drunk. He sprawled across the table, crying and laughing, then fell into a snoring sleep.
Zhao Rucheng drank alone until dawn.
There was almost no wine in the world capable of intoxicating one in Divine Presence, but if one truly wished to get drunk, no level of cultivation could ensure sobriety.
Zhao Rucheng was a very clever man. It was precisely because he was clever that he could see clearly—this time, Helian Yunyun was not throwing a tantrum, nor was it some simple lovers' quarrel. She had truly made up her mind.
How could he not know that even third brother's method had failed?
He was merely treating a dead horse as if it were alive, clutching at that straw while drowning.
Competing at Blue Wolf Arena and demanding Yiyang Palace's hospitality were both nothing more than shamelessly pestering tactics.
Helian Yunyun had given him enough face, but at the same time, she had not given him the slightest chance.
He did not wish to pester her, but he truly could not give up.
He let the wine surge into every drop of blood, let what was divine and clear all be dimmed.
People suffered because of reality, yet were skilled at deceiving themselves with wine—believing that pain came from sobriety.
When,