As night fell, Hou Jue spoke a few words at Night Unclaimed's camp before returning to the courtyard, heading to the small cabin to take care of the unconscious Qianhu. Meanwhile, Zhou Li and the others were assigned their rooms and began to go to their respective rooms to rest in succession.
Zhuge Qing was still sharing a room with her number one Jiang Gui fan, Joan of Arc, as before. Yun Baibai was sharing a room with Cen Zhu; the mentor-student combination, though not very familiar with each other, was still quite a good fit for their habits.
Zhou Li, with his bound item, went to his own cabin.
What's a bound item?
"Your mother, why."
Leaning against the wall, Tang Wan gasped for air. Zhou Li patted her back with apologetic and resigned expressions.
"I had no choice, I needed to stay clear-headed."
Full of apologies, Zhou Li said, "Anyway, you don't need to use your brain much, so pouring some alcohol into you isn't a big deal."
"This liquor really packs a punch."
