Shaking his head, Ming Yijie looked at the colorful lights in the venue, the strong smell of alcohol emanating from his body, and mumbled somewhat confusedly, "What time is it now?"
"Who cares what time it is? Keep going!" Luo Kuisan, with a big hand on Ming Yijie's shoulder, slurred.
Even an Immortal could feel tipsy after non-stop drinking for seven days with their cultivation suppressed.
Ming Yijie shrugged off Luo Kuisan's hand, expelled the alcohol fumes from his body, and listened to Luo Kuisan's mocking voice with unusual calmness.
Stepping out of the bar, the blinding sunlight made Ming Yijie involuntarily shield his eyes with a hand.
"Ming Yijie?" Ming Huayu, who was out shopping with Yue Meng, looked at the disheveled Ming Yijie in surprise.
"Huayu?"
