"That means this is a fake?"
"Wait a minute, let me ask around. It's been a long time since I've been back to the Sect, and I remember that some Sect Disciples have come over recently. Let me check first."
「...」
Wudao Tian and Mo Yang clinked their cups together, each downing a large bowl of strong liquor in one gulp.
Wudao Tian lamented, "Oh, my Junior Chen, your departure was so abrupt."
Mo Yang, whose cultivation was slightly inferior, was already a bit drunk. His face filled with sorrow as he said, "You're gone, just like that. My poor sister... she had just recovered, and now she's gone too. SOB SOB SOB."
Great Elder Changsun Yunming of Hundred Herbs Peak arrived to find a man and a beast wailing with their heads in their hands. As he approached, a strong smell of alcohol greeted him, making him cover his nose.
"What a disgrace!" he scolded angrily, then cast two spells, expelling the alcohol from their bodies.
