Central Province, Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge.
Cui Hao raised his cup slightly, first gently clinking it against Sandong's as Sandong sat on the table.
Naturally, what he could drink with Sandong was not wine, but tea brewed by Chen Baiqing.
Perhaps plants that became spirits had certain requirements when it came to liquids. Though Sandong was somewhat frail, Sandong had cultivation and should have been able to digest alcohol.
Yet the truth was that Sandong had no tolerance for alcohol whatsoever.
One cup brought drunkenness, two brought madness, three erased all memory, and four left Sandong fast asleep and drooling.
Even when Sandong acted up while drunk, it amounted to nothing more than swaying about and wanting to dance. There was no capacity for attack, and it looked rather amusing.
The Flower Spirit danced gracefully beneath the moonlight, performing something other than an ordinary mortal dance. It was quite a pleasing sight.
Amusing as it was, treating such obvious inability to hold one's liquor as entertainment was truly tasteless.
Unless Sandong insisted on drinking, even Qinghe, who usually loved a good spectacle, would never urge Sandong to have a cup of wine.
Cui Hao glanced at Sandong, whose eyes had narrowed comfortably after a sip of Third Senior Sister's tea, then turned his gaze toward Chen Baiqing.
"Third Senior Sister, do you think Master went sightseeing with Martial Uncle Xie, or does he really have something to take care of?"
If Chen Baiqing's appearance having fully matured was a source of gratification for Chu Xingchen, then for Cui Hao, it meant that calling her Third Senior Sister rolled off his tongue more easily.
He still remembered how, at first, he had had to call Chen Baiqing, who only reached his waist, Third Senior Sister.
Though he accepted it in his