Eradicating Hidden Threats

More and more people fell. Only Crippled Monkey was still holding out, muttering that he couldn't disgrace the young master and that a mere Sky-Swallowing Crocodile had no right to act so brazenly.

Weiwei had kept his word.

He hadn't cheated.

He had poured every drop of liquor into his own stomach. Now he looked dazed, his body swaying on the verge of collapse.

Keke had eaten his fill too. He lay on the ground with his limbs in the air, his round belly sticking up and bliss written all over his face. At less than half a meter long, he looked like a miniature figurine—at least compared to Weiwei.

Chen Fan reclined in his rocking chair, smiling at the scene before him. He felt a little tipsy himself. Then Weiwei and Crippled Monkey finished one last vat, and both toppled over.

Weiwei and Crippled Monkey collapsed onto the ground and drifted off to sleep in a drunken haze.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd gathered his brothers for a meal. As Mortal Domain grew larger, everyone spent their days busy in different places. Getting them all together, with enough leisure to eat and drink, was no easy thing.

He rose to head indoors.

But the instant he stood, a cool breeze swept over him. It refreshed his whole body and made him even dizzier. He shook his head hard and leaned on his Jadeite Staff as he walked down from the City Wall. "Why does this wind feel like it's got alcohol in it?"

He pulled a Message Talisman from his robes.

"Someone come take them inside to sleep."

Happy times were always fleeting.

The next day.

Once they had sobered up.

Wang Kui and the others returned to their posts and got busy again.

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