"You can really hold your liquor."
"It takes one to know one."
By the time Carson Flores and the woman in the black dress left the bar, it was already one o'clock in the morning.
Both of them had a fair amount to drink; even with Carson's astonishing Cultivator constitution, he was already tipsy, his thoughts beginning to float.
The woman's bodyguard drove the car over and opened the door for her.
Carson said with a smile as he bid farewell, "Beauty, I had a great time drinking tonight, see you if fate allows it."
The woman in the black dress pursed her lips and chuckled, "Not even leaving a phone number? Aren't you afraid you might never see me again if we're not fated?"
Carson laughed carelessly, "If we're destined, we'll meet again; if not, better not to."
