"Every year, the Blessing Nature Sect takes in new disciples in October because of a certain test," Elder Ning explained with a wink.
I blinked. "Another test? So we aren't formal disciples yet?"
"You'll find out tomorrow," she said cryptically with a wry grin. "In fact, it's supposed to be a surprise, so I shouldn't have even told you that just now, but… consider this another special privilege of being my direct disciple."
With that, she left to go sit with her father, who called her over for something.
"What a pain…" Furuwa muttered, downing a full glass of champagne.
"W-Woah, careful there," I murmured. "Does that thing have alcohol in it?"
"Don't think s…"
Saying this, she fell over, drunk and unconscious.
"Don't think so my ass…" I sighed, shaking my head in exasperation. "What do we do with her?"
"Let's just wait until we all finish eating, I guess," Hina-nee shrugged. "The patriarch should tell us where to go next…"
