The next morning, Di Tou woke up as the sun rose. Slowly tugging himself out of bed, Di Tou let out a wide yawn and looked around for a moment before picking up the glass of tea and lightly heating it with a summoned flame before drinking it to soothe his somewhat hoarse throat.
All things considered, he would have really loved to have slept till noon, but recalling that he was supposed to meet up with Jian Xiao Yu somewhat early in the morning and the possibility that Wu Kong still had a few things to pack up, he had ended up expelling the alcohol out of his body the night before and gotten up bright and early.
In any case, it was already an open secret now that they were cultivators, and even if it wasn't, considering it was their last day knowing each other and the mysticism of Wu Kong's martial arts, it wouldn't have been that odd for them to be able to recover from alcohol so easily.
