"Father, you...?"
"What, you won't even listen to your father now? I'm telling you, Jingnian is a good brother of mine. An elder brother is like a father, so you'd better be more polite to your third brother from now on. Do you hear me?"
Qian Fengming suddenly smashed the wine jar in his hand onto the ground, splashing wine all over Qian Yuwen. Qian Yuwen knew his father had drunk too much, and his face was utterly awkward. How could he dare mention having the Third Holy Son taught a lesson to stand up for him now? At Qian Fengming's vehement insistence, Qian Yuwen had no choice but to lift a wine jar and respectfully present it to Mu Bai, observing the courtesies between nephew and uncle!
Mu Bai chuckled as he drank the wine in the jar, his heart blossoming with delight. Without even realizing it, he had gained another generation in seniority after coming to the Qianyuan Sacred Land.
Only after they had finished every last one of the dozens of jars of Mountain, Sea, Wind, and Rain laid out did Qian Fengming truly reach his limit. With a thud, he toppled to the ground and began snoring. "You have to tough it all out. Young people have to keep at it... until they're tempered just right."
Mu Bai had played it sly and drunk less, but he was still quite drunk, grinning wickedly as he swayed on the verge of falling. Qian Yuwen was truly frightened of that wicked grin on Mu Bai's face. He hastily took his leave and supported Qian Fengming back to his own Holy Son Palace.
A few days later, Qian Fengming personally delivered dozens of jars of fine wine to Third Holy Son Peak. Mu Bai said with a smile, "Uncle,