Meng Bai, on the other hand, had chosen a far more cautious approach. After taking only a modest amount of the weaker ale, he had wisely stopped and consumed a detoxifying pill. Now he stood near the edge of the hall, completely clear headed, watching the aftermath with a mix of awe and disbelief.
Daoist Chu remained composed as always, though he had indulged more than Meng Bai. The dwarven liquor had caught his interest, its deep warmth and heavy body appealing to his refined taste. He had paced himself well, never allowing the drink to overwhelm him.
Elyon had taken an even more measured route. He had sipped slowly, observing the entire event with quiet amusement. His calm demeanor remained unchanged, his gaze drifting across the hall as if he were studying a rare phenomenon.
Lin Mu himself stood among the few who remained unaffected.
