Wine doesn't intoxicate; the drinker gets themselves drunk.
Liu Mang also rarely let down his guard, whispering tender words to Ji Qingqing, talking about how he left without a word and a letter more than a decade ago, and his experiences abroad for twelve years.
Slaying Demonic cultivators, slaughtering sea monsters, exterminating Evil Sorcerers…
Each tale was so grand and tumultuous, leaving Ji Qingqing's eyes misty as she gazed at the hero beside her with eyes brimming with tears, their bodies inching closer and closer.
The festive banquet quickly came to an end.
Everyone, belching with satisfaction and the effects of alcohol, settled down in the luxurious suites arranged by Ji Qingqing in the hotel.
"Boss, why are you still hanging around with us tonight instead of spending more time with your lady?"
A young Heroic Spirit Summoner exclaimed admiringly:
