"There's a bathroom beside you. Go there yourselves if you need to piss or shit. And Lord Xiao, you can't withstand a Vermilion Fruit King. I'll give you a small one; eat it along with the rest." Tang Wen grabbed Xiao Gai, forcibly stuffed a Little Vermilion Fruit into his mouth, then shut the door when he was done.
"Brother Tang, what are you doing..." Xiao Gai asked hurriedly, greatly alarmed.
"Hahaha, interesting, very interesting! This man is far too interesting." Chu Cong roared with laughter several times and began practicing drunken boxing.
Before long, he lay down on the ground in a drunken stupor and fell asleep. Xiao Gai tried to help him up, only to be knocked down by a jab of his finger. The tower door was shut, too, leaving no way out.
Xiao Gai was beside himself with worry.
"You, sit down. Meditate. Cultivate. Opportunities like this are rare." Just after Tang Wen left, Chu Cong sprang up, slurring drunkenly as he continued practicing drunken boxing.
Seeing this, Xiao Gai thought Chu Cong should be all right, so he found a corner to sit in meditation and practice his breathing.
"Master, is Young Master Chu truly drunk, or is he pretending?" Luo Yiwu asked at once, watching the monitors as Tang Wen entered the Monitoring Room.
"The real becomes false, and the false becomes real," Tang Wen said with a smile.
"Master, you've thoroughly confused me." Luo Yiwu looked at Tang Wen in bewilderment.
"Do you see any structure in his drunken boxing?" Tang Wen asked.
"It seems completely disordered, yet there also seems to be a sequence. It's hard to define." Luo Yiwu shook his head.
"Exactly. That's what it means for the real to become false and the false to become real.
"This state