Son couldn't sleep.
His nightmares were too horrid and it would bring him back to that day.
But he also couldn't stay awake either as he would see hallucinations of them cursing at him.
So he could only drink until he was so drunk he couldn't see them while staying awake, and forcefully keep himself from falling asleep.
As long as he didn't have to see their pale and bloody faces he would do anything.
Sol glanced at Son's wrist which was revealed when he went to pour wine into the two cups once again.
He froze when he saw scars on it.
For a scar to be left on a cultivator's body meant the cut was extremely deep.
Son poured two cups of wine and down the first one.
It looked like he wasn't drunk enough to be seeing them again.
Sol looked at the cup of wine in front of him.
This must be wine cultivators' drink. It was brewed using medicinal plants rich in Aether energy.
