An Ancient Temple's Blessing Stele on West Mountain, Four Hundred Impassable Li in the Mortal World

Seeing the three ghosts retreat into the distance, Ren Ye imprisoned Summer Ghost in the Phoenix Fire Furnace, then sped away.

Before long, he hurried back to the remote mountains where he had left Little One. When he lifted the coffin lid, he nearly burst a blood vessel in rage.

Inside the coffin, Little One's face was purplish red, and he reeked of liquor. Beside him lay three empty sheets of oiled paper that had wrapped two jin of braised beef.

Master and disciple exchanged a brief look. Little One belched drunkenly, then swayed his head and said, "...Brother Zi Gui, some peanuts to go with the booze would make this even better."

Smack!

Trembling with fury, Ren Ye stepped up and slapped him across the face. "Brother Zi Gui was out there risking his fucking life, while you were getting so drunk you wouldn't recognize your own mother?! Wait, what did you just call me...you little shit, who the hell is your brother?"

The sobering slap restored some of Little One's senses. Rubbing his cheek with a vacant stare, he said, "Lion-Tiger, Lion-Tiger, it was really too cold! I couldn't take it anymore, so I drank the liquor you left to keep out the cold...!"

Faced with such a glutton, Ren Ye had little recourse. He pulled him out of the coffin and spoke rapidly. "We're going deeper into West Pole Mountain. When we first entered, you told me you felt as though someone was watching you. Good. Now try your hardest to follow that feeling and lead me farther in...!"

"Oh."

Little One scratched his head.

Ren Ye picked up the flask in the coffin and gently shook it, only to discover that the brat had drunk nearly two liang of thirty-year-old liquor.

Two liang!!

Was this fucking