A night of drinking and toasting always passed quickly.
It was a rare gathering of the Mortal Domain's core members. They had not gotten drunk, but they had certainly enjoyed themselves.
Drinking did not have to mean getting drunk.
A light buzz was the sweetest feeling.
They drank until dawn.
When eternal night's passing came and dawn was just breaking, Chen Fan boarded the High-Speed Rail bound for the Guandong Plains with Crippled Monkey, Shao Qiu, and several members of the Mortal Domain Shadow Pavilion.
Sitting in the carriage, Chen Fan gently rubbed his temples and watched the North Jiangbei Wasteland race backward outside the window. Waking up after drinking had left his head aching. Only after taking a Clearheart Pill did he feel a little better.
He did not like drinking.
He had never thought alcohol tasted good. It burned and made him choke, but with the right people, it could indeed be enjoyable.
"Young Master."
Crippled Monkey, sitting beside him, excitedly surveyed the High-Speed Rail carriage. "Will we be staying in the Guandong Plains for long?"
He had not returned to the Mortal Domain in a long time.
The Mortal Domain had changed so much that it felt vaguely unfamiliar to him. This carriage, for instance, was no longer as crude as before. Several seats and handrails had been installed, and the interior had been finished to make it more comfortable.
Before, being sturdy and durable had been enough. Now, they were starting to consider comfort as well.
That alone told him the Mortal Domain had been developing well lately.
Otherwise, they would not have had time to think about comfort.
"Three or four days."
Chen Fan looked out the window and answered casually, "Laying copper pipes and installing altars takes time. I'll also check how Defense Line