Mao Mountain was ablaze with lights and bustling with noise.
The Taoist masters were drinking. Many of them were tipsy, and they began to make a fool of themselves.
Tang Hao sat there, sipping from his cup.
He looked around and smiled.
He enjoyed the celebratory atmosphere. It was a huge contrast with the depressing atmosphere a few days ago.
"Drink some more, Fellow Cultivator Tang!"
"Oh, this liquor is too delicious. I can drink ten more jars..."
In front of him, Taoist Master Qing Xu was gulping down from a jar without any care.
"I still have a lot of the liquor! Drink as much as you want!" Tang Hao said.
"Fellow Cultivator Tang... no, Little Brother. From today on, you are my Little Brother. I'll chop up whoever dares to bully you. If one sword isn't enough, I'll summon three swords. No, I will chop them into mincemeat."
Taoist Master Qing Xu placed the liquor jar on the table and said in a very heroic manner.
