"Humph, drinking like a ghost again. Do you really think you can do whatever you please since you've already entered the Foundation Establishment?"
When Shu Si returned home, he seemed to hear a familiar voice, saying unfamiliar words. Suddenly his heart warmed.
However, he soon realized that all this was just a side effect of the famous "drunken dream" wine—projecting a person's deep desire.
However, the fact of the matter was that, Deadface never said any words of concern to him, not even within his rebuke.
He was always as cold as ice. Even if they were technically master and disciple, there was no master and disciple warmth between them.
However, Shu Si was still grateful for Deadface. Without Deadface, he would just be another prodigal son that could be seen everywhere in the streets. And the end for those prodigal sons, he had already seen a lot of it when he was a child—most of them died without burial.
