"If you can't figure it out, then don't. If everything went your way, it wouldn't be called life."
"Hey, hey, I'm warning you, kid. If you puke in here, I'm throwing this whole barracks away."
Clearly, Byakuya Kuchiki had not taken Su Feng's advice to heart. He continued drinking with his head lowered.
It had been a long time...
No, rather, in all the years they had known each other, this was the first time Su Feng had seen Byakuya Kuchiki so out of sorts.
He had barged into someone else's room in the middle of the night, poured himself a bowl of Black Soul Wine without a word, then tilted his head back and started pouring it down his throat.
Black Soul Wine was jointly produced by the Department of Research and Development and the Fourth Division. Numerous precious ingredients and high-end, precise Reishi condensers were used in the brewing process. Its potency was so fierce that even old drunkard Shunsui Kyoraku could not handle it.
The female drunkard Rangiku Matsumoto avoided it like the plague. In her words, drinking Black Soul Wine was no different from downing two bottles of Reishi anesthetic. The effects were about the same anyway.
Yet Byakuya Kuchiki was guzzling it down, and in less than ten minutes, more than half a whole jar of Black Soul Wine was gone.
Only then did he raise his head in a daze, his eyes hazy as he looked at Su Feng and muttered an explanation in a slurred voice:
"As the model of Soul Society's Shinigami, the Kuchiki Family bears the responsibility of upholding and establishing the laws of Soul Society."
"For a million years, we have upheld this duty without ever overstepping it. As the twenty-eighth Family Head, I once swore in secret that I