"What about Uncle Chen?"
Chen Hezhi smiled. "I don't know. Perhaps once I reach Foundation Establishment, I'll more or less know whether I've let it go." After all, he had spent half his life loyal to sovereign and country, only to be stabbed in the back by the monarch he had faithfully assisted at the end. It would be difficult for him to completely let it go in such a short time.
"That day will come."
Chen Hezhi tilted his head. "Is that experience from someone who's been through it, Your Highness?"
"Yes. Experience from someone who's been through it."
Chen Hezhi thought that His Majesty had committed so many sins. Fortunately, Prince Wen Xu had already walked out of it completely. If such an outstanding talent had truly been driven to sever all emotions and desires, it would have been an unforgivable crime indeed.
"Suddenly, I really want a drink. Unfortunately, spirit wine in the Cultivation Realm is too expensive. My pockets are empty—I can't even afford a decent cup of cheap wine~"
Daoist Bian, who had long since perked up his ears beside them, immediately raised his hand. "I'll treat you. You won't take Spirit Stones from Uncle Chen, but you have to drink spirit wine."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true." Bian Chunchou patted his storage pouch and actually pulled out a jar of Li River Brew. Shu Jinze had stuffed it into his hands back when they were at the Shu Household. "Come on, we won't go home until we're drunk today!"
But clearly, Daoist Bian had vastly overestimated his capacity for alcohol. Forget one cup knocking him down—he collapsed outright after a single sip, only slowly waking up three days later.
"Am I really this hopeless?"
Before he could wallow in self-doubt for long, however, his