The Chef's Investigation, the God of Wine Gets Drunk

Day broke, and Qin Fen's mind cleared at once. His curiosity blazed—only for Du Kang's next words to chill him to the bone. What did he mean, that guy was weird and left him speechless? Qin Fen wanted to ask him, What's wrong with me, buddy? So the hint I gave you doesn't count?

"Weird?" Medicine Master felt a headache coming on. Where had that come from? He filed away the part about being left speechless, but what he wanted to know most was who Du Kang had met. If it wasn't the patriarch, then who was it?

Qin Fen was somewhat interested in what they were saying about him, but he was even more curious about the mysterious group these two kept alluding to. Just what kind of people were they?

"That's right. He was definitely weird." Just thinking about that ridiculous fellow gave Du Kang a headache. The guy could make a person so angry they'd cough blood.

"It wasn't him?" Medicine Master asked instinctively.

Du Kang shook his head. Qin Fen's eyes widened. How long are you two going to keep talking in riddles?

"Then who was it?" Medicine Master was baffled. If it wasn't the legendary figure who could steer them through uncharted waters, what had made Du Kang take such a wild leap?

Qin Fen was just as lost. What the hell are you two trying to say? Could you be a little clearer? There's someone else here, you know. How am I supposed to enjoy being a bystander?

"It was Grass Fellow Daoist!" Du Kang muttered. Qin Fen was speechless, while Medicine Master felt his stomach sink. Who the hell was Grass Fellow Daoist?

Seeing his friend's confusion, Du Kang quietly recounted his encounter with Qin Fen's avatar. He was practically in tears as