Three generations of the Pan family opened six jars of fine Wine and got thoroughly drunk.
Pan Shou drank at least half of the Wine. The old man's belly grew so round that he looked six months pregnant.
Pan Long drank plenty too, enough to leave him staggering. But after he stumbled back to his room and shut the door, he sobered up.
Or rather, he had never been drunk at all.
The Nine-Turn Mysterious Art could refine even the Heavenly Stellar Force and the Earthly Baleful Force. What was a little alcohol by comparison? Even though he had deliberately suppressed the art just now, a jar of strong liquor weighing nearly ten pounds had only left his face slightly flushed and his body a little warm.
Once he returned to his room and stopped suppressing it, the art refined every trace of alcohol in his body within seconds. He was completely sober.
"At this rate, once I master the Mystic Art, I'll probably have to drink poisoned Wine if I ever want to get drunk again..." He shook his head with a smile and lay down on the bed.
More than six years had passed in the blink of an eye since he had left home at sixteen to roam the Martial World. Yet lying on the bed he had not seen in so long, he still felt that familiar comfort and security deep in his heart.
"Home really is best!" he muttered. "At home, all is well; away from home, everything is hard. Even this little bed is better than any other!"
"Too bad I can't stay long. I'll have to leave again before long."
The Northlands lay beyond the Nine Provinces and outside the Nine Provinces Grand Array, but heaven only knew whether the array could determine