"Ha—
That hit the spot!"
Having just gone "gulp gulp gulp," Jiu Jiu sprawled across the low table, her cheeks rosy red, clutching an empty wine jug as she let out two comfortable, contented sighs.
Beside her, Ling'e could neither laugh nor cry as she advised, "Martial Uncle, you rely too much on alcohol."
"Hehe," Jiu Jiu sighed. "It's what my heart loves most. I can't just throw it away!
If I threw it away, I'd have no Essence, Qi, and Spirit left!
Little Ling'e, it's been years since I last saw you. You've gotten prettier again.
Come, let Martial Uncle have a look!"
"Martial Uncle, the formation is broken. Don't fool around..."
Ling'e smiled bitterly and lightly dodged aside. Slightly drunk, Jiu Jiu did not force the issue. She pinched Ling'e's cheek, then flopped back down.
For this little Martial Uncle, sitting was simply too tiring. Lying sprawled out was always more comfortable.
"Ling'e, what did your senior brother go to Sky-Breaking Peak for?"
"He should have gone to the Daoist Canon Hall. He'll probably be back soon."
"Oh, the Daoist Canon Hall..."
Gathering her skirts, Ling'e elegantly knelt beside her and mixed Jiu Jiu a fresh jug of Divine Immortal's Brew.
Good thing Senior Brother had left some sleeping drug... ahem, concentrated wine essence here with her. Otherwise, after what had just happened, Ling'e had truly feared that her little Martial Uncle might go mad from cultivating.
"Thank you, Little Ling'e!
Hehe, the people of Lesser Qiong Peak are nice, they speak so pleasantly, and there's even wine to drink. I super love it here."
Jiu Jiu muttered, "When it comes to cultivation, everyone's Dao is different. My Dao is wine. What's wrong with that?"
Ling'e chuckled. "Of course that's fine."
Jiu Jiu raised her wine jug and