Early the next morning.
Li Ping'an practiced the Turtle Breath Technique for a while, then began strolling leisurely around.
He appeared to be taking a walk, but was actually practicing.
He focused his mind, quieted his spirit, and circulated his qi through the technique.
Each time, he drew a deep breath.
His internal breath circulated, refreshing his spirit.
With every breath, a current of qi rose and fell with his breathing.
Then it felt as though his body were slowly rising through the ocean, the pressure easing little by little.
After a few circuits, he finally returned to the room.
Inside, it was a complete mess.
Nine Provinces Kill cards were scattered all over the floor, along with many oversized wine barrels.
Everyone had played all night, then started drinking at Jing Yu's suggestion.
They had gotten utterly drunk.
Now Changqing lay face down on the floor, snoring away with a shoe on his head.
Jing Yu hugged a pillar, seemingly dreaming of his wedding night with a beauty.
Pang Jun hugged his foot, stuffing it into his mouth.
Aliya lay sprawled in the very center, one foot kicking Pang Jun and the other planted on Changqing's face.
Her long, shapely legs were exposed, her robes half open, her long hair loose.
Wang Yi and Ling'er leaned against each other, their sleeping postures relatively normal.
Qin Shi lay stiff and straight off to one side.
On the only bed, Liu Yun leaned sideways against the wall.
Clearly, she had drunk quite a bit last night too.
Li Ping'an brewed a pot of sobering herbal tea and woke them one by one.
After all, they still had matches today.
"Mm~ Where am I?"
Jing Yu had clearly lost some memories.
"Holy crap! I dreamed someone was gnawing on my foot!"
Pang