Ji Yuan lay drunk on the grass, still mumbling indistinctly. He seemed to be laughing, or perhaps reminiscing about the fine wine and swordsmanship from moments ago. Even Tu Yi, standing so close, could not make out his words. Before long, only Ji Yuan's breathing could be heard.
Tu Tong and Tu Miao had instinctively stood up the instant Ji Yuan fell. Even Old Monk Foyin did the same. All of them approached Ji Yuan, seeing his condition a step later than Tu Yi.
"This... Mister Ji, he..."
Hearing Tu Miao's astonished and puzzled words, Tu Yi, half-crouched beside Ji Yuan, raised his head and gave the three of them a helpless smile.
"Mister Ji... seems to have passed out drunk."
"Passed out drunk?"
Tu Tong stepped closer and crouched down as well. She instinctively wanted to reach out and touch Ji Yuan's face, but Tu Yi shot her a cold smile from the side, and she immediately stopped her hand.
"Amitabha. With the way Mister Ji drank just now, without dispersing the wine vapors, even a True Immortal would get drunk!"
Old Monk Foyin said with a smile, while thinking to himself that perhaps Mister Ji had sought precisely this drunkenness.
Ji Yuan had greatly surprised the three Nine-tailed Fox demons and Old Monk Foyin, but no matter how they looked at him, he did not appear to be feigning drunkenness. Since Ji Yuan was drunk, this sword discussion could naturally only end here.
Tu Tong, Tu Miao, and Old Monk Foyin did not take the initiative to mention who had won or lost this sword discussion. Ji Yuan had gotten drunk midway through it, so naturally he could not be considered the winner. But if one said Ji Yuan had lost, even Tu Yi would likely refuse to