"Master, please stop drinking. Your injuries are not fully healed, and drinking too much is harmful."
In a tavern, an old servant was advising Nangong Yuanwu, who was holding a wine jar.
"It's nothing. I've had this injury for decades. It's just a bit of drinking; how much worse can it get?"
Nangong Yuanwu waved his hand, his entire body exuding the smell of alcohol, speaking with bleary eyes.
The once-powerful Primordial Spirit Realm expert was now filled with a sense of defeat.
"But the young miss said before she left that you must stop drinking until her return," the old servant continued to advise earnestly.
Upon hearing the mention of Mo Hongyun, Nangong Yuanwu paused, and the wine jar in his hand drooped.
Seeing this effect, the old servant felt a glimmer of hope, knowing that only by invoking Miss Hong Yun could the master be persuaded to listen.
