Zheng Fa actually doesn't like drinking much, and he's hardly ever been drunk before.
But today his cup was filled again and again, drinking until his head felt dizzy, and he thought there were more and more people in the hall, each seeming to possess clone divine power and they all smiled at him.
Thinking these people had died long ago...
It wasn't really that eerie, after all.
The Tianhe Combined Cultivator who brought him in seemed naturally friendly, wrapping his arm around Zheng Fa's neck, loudly saying: "In our Tianhe Sect, this is the rule, when paying respects to senior and junior brothers, no crying, we must drink."
"Again!"
Zheng Fa smiled, raised his cup, clanked it against the other's, and downed it in one gulp.
These disciples are paying respects to their deceased brothers.
He is paying respects to these disciples.
Tianhe Venerable also held a cup, sitting at the head position, drinking alone, thinking about who knows what.
