In the evening, Xiao Yi went to see Lin Jin and the other three.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time and enjoyed a good chat.
Lin Jin, the guy, even carried a Qiankun Bag full of liquor.
The five of them started drinking.
The liquor was strong, and according to Lin Jin, it was a kind of spirit he often drank when he was a Demon Hunter.
Demon Hunters, in order to hunt demon beasts, often had to dine outdoors and sleep under the stars.
Such strong liquor really warmed the body.
But one couldn't drink too much of it. Otherwise, even a man with a high tolerance would easily get drunk.
As was to be expected, by the late night, all five were utterly plastered.
Lin Jin, gripping a bottle of liquor, said to himself, "I don't have many friends, but it's really nice to know you guys."
"Me too," Tie Niu, his words slurred, said earnestly as he rubbed his head.
