The next day, the two woke with splitting headaches.
That night had been the soundest sleep either of them had had in years.
Not a single person in the mountain stronghold was a saint, but they genuinely treated their own well.
After Overlord took them in, the stronghold's higher-ups had treated the two like their own juniors.
Their older brothers had even personally thrown them a feast to celebrate their becoming Overlord's disciples.
That night, the two had drunk until they threw up bile.
"Awake?"
The door swung open, and Duan Ka came in carrying a bowl of rice noodles, eating as he grinned. "Next time, eat something to line your stomach before drinking."
Old Ninth rolled his eyes at him. Did he think they hadn't wanted to eat?
Their older brothers had taken turns making them drink, averaging one bowl of liquor a minute.
It was a miracle they hadn't drunk themselves to death.
"Godfather's waiting for you."
Duan Ka jerked his chin, signaling for them to follow him.
The three walked to the cliff behind the stronghold. Bare-chested, Overlord was working out, huffing and puffing as he lifted a boulder weighing several thousand jin with one hand.
"Godfather."
All three bowed respectfully.
Overlord grinned. "You're here."
Boom!
The boulder hit the ground, making the earth shake.
"Little Seven said you're going to Chun Prefecture?"
Overlord picked up a wine jar and took a swig.
"Yes, we'll be leaving soon, Godfather. We'll come back to keep you company once we've finished our business."
Little White Tiger was determined to obtain the signature technique of an Awakened who had reached nine awakenings.
It wasn't just to practice the technique. More importantly, he wanted to repay the favor of the Demon Ancestor's Blood.
He wasn't an ungrateful person.
"For Blazing Sun