Nether Tiger, You Have Courted Death

Xiao Yi and the others watched this scene with envy in their hearts, especially Li Baitian, Black Leopard, and the other bounty hunters. They were the sort who spent every day hanging around taverns, yet since arriving at Black Mountain, they had not had a single drink. They could have endured it before, provided they had not seen someone else drinking.

Gao Bancheng quietly took in everyone's expressions. After some thought, he said, "I'll go buy some from them!"

"Boss Gao, there's no need to spend money on us. Once this is over, there will be plenty of chances to drink in the future." Xiao Yi was clearly craving alcohol too. Though he said that, his gaze kept drifting toward Nether Tiger.

In the Great Cataclysm era, where spiritual comforts were scarce, alcohol had long become a source of solace for many. The harsher the living conditions, the more people depended on it.

You could not change cruel reality, but you could use alcohol to change your mood and briefly escape it.

"Ha ha ha..." Gao Bancheng laughed. "To be honest, when I was home, I spent every day drinking and making merry. Now that I've seen someone drinking, the craving in my gut has already been stirred up. Even if none of you drink, I'm going to. This damn Black Mountain is boring as hell. If we're not drinking, what are we supposed to do? Stare at each other?"

Bai Ye watched and quietly marveled at Tall Fatty's emotional intelligence. It was not that he wanted a drink; he simply did not want everyone to feel awkward, so he deliberately made it sound as though he wanted one himself.

Bai Ye was not the only one who saw through it. Xiao Yi and the others naturally understood as well,