Night fell, and the evening breeze swept across the fields of the Medicine Realm, setting countless medicinal herbs swaying.
Occasionally, a few plump magical beasts darted through the Medicine Field. Flames still rose among the distant mountains, where many Alchemists were still refining medicine.
Inside Yao Ling's palace, Xiao Yan had just seen off Yao Tian, whose face was flushed from drinking.
At first, Yao Tian had worn a dark expression, but a mere two or three flattering remarks from Xiao Yan had considerably improved his future brother-in-law's mood.
Then Xiao Yan had brought out several jars of fine wine, declaring that he wanted to enjoy a good drink with his future brother-in-law.
Yao Tian rarely drank and had already politely declined.
But Xiao Yan had said just one thing: "Once I become a Saint, I'll give you my full support in competing for the position of Clan Chief of the Yao Clan."
Yao Tian had frozen on the spot. Then, before his sister's dumbfounded eyes, he had downed an entire jar of wine in one go.
"Brother, don't you normally avoid drinking?"
Yao Ling stared blankly at Yao Tian.
"That depends on who I'm drinking with."
Yao Tian smiled faintly. "At a moment like this, a kindred spirit is hard to find!"
"Glug, glug, glug~"
"Come on, bottoms up!"
Only an hour later did Xiao Yan finally see the thoroughly drunken Yao Tian off.
"Keep it up. I'll be waiting for the day you become a Saint."
Smiling broadly, Yao Tian patted Xiao Yan's shoulder, then vanished amid a ripple of space.
Once Yao Tian had left, Xiao Yan circulated the Dou Qi within his body to expel the lingering alcohol before turning to look at Yao Ling behind him.
The moon in the Medicine Realm had been transformed