The next day at noon.
Yi Feng got up lazily and wandered about within the carved railings of the pavilion.
That drinking session yesterday...
They had drunk until heaven and earth turned dark.
Bao Congxin had been knocked flat after only a few rounds, and the two sect masters had not fared any better.
By the end, they had all been stumbling over their own feet, nearly putting on a live performance. Judging by the drinking habits of those three fellows, they would probably swear off alcohol for quite some time.
Those two sect masters truly had been warm and hospitable, carrying themselves with the grace of gentlemen willing to risk their lives for a kindred spirit. To meet such men of temperament in a foreign land was indeed a delight.
Yi Feng leisurely took a seat at the little table beside the carved railing, a smile spreading across his face.
Just then.
A pig-slaughtering cry rang out from the corridor behind him!
"Benefactor! Benefactor!"
Hearing the call, Yi Feng turned around to see Bao Congxin rushing over.
His clothes were disheveled, as though he had just woken up. He clutched a vase in his arms, terror written all over his face. Not a trace of drunkenness remained as he ran up before Yi Feng, still looking utterly incredulous.
"B-Benefactor!"
"Everything that happened yesterday was real? We really, really met two sect masters?"
Yi Feng smiled helplessly.
"What else would it be?"
Only then did Bao Congxin nod blankly, uncertainty still lingering in his eyes.
Yi Feng had finally seen through it.
If anything came up in the future, he had better not ask this old brother for information. Otherwise, it would probably be nothing but rumors again. It was best to ask someone else about matters on the island.