More and more people collapsed, until only Crippled Monkey was still stubbornly holding on, muttering about how he couldn't disgrace the Young Master and how a mere Sky-Swallowing Crocodile dared to act so brazenly.
Weiwei had indeed kept their word.
There had been no cheating.
All the liquor had gone into Weiwei's stomach, and now even Weiwei looked dazed, swaying on the verge of collapse.
Keke had eaten their fill too and lay on the ground, head and limbs tilted upward, round belly bulging, a look of pure contentment on their face. Less than half a meter long, Keke looked like a miniature figurine—at least compared with Weiwei.
Chen Fan lay in his Rocking Chair, watching the scene with a smile. He felt a little tipsy himself. Finally, after Weiwei and Crippled Monkey downed one last vat together, both of them collapsed.
Weiwei and Crippled Monkey fell to the ground in a drunken haze and went to sleep.
He could no longer remember the last time he had gathered his brothers together for a meal. As the Mortal Domain grew larger and larger, everyone was busy in different places. Getting them all together with enough free time to eat and drink was no easy feat.
He rose, preparing to head inside.
But the moment he stood, a cool breeze swept over him. It refreshed his whole body, yet left him even dizzier. He shook his head hard and leaned on the Jadeite Staff as he headed down from the city wall. "Why does this breeze feel like it has an alcohol content?"
He took a Message Talisman from his robes.
"Someone come and take them all inside to sleep."
Happy times were always fleeting.
The next day.
Once they had sobered up.
Wang Kui and the others returned to their