After devouring two Beggar's Chickens and a jug of baijiu, Lin Tian's face was flushed and his head was spinning.
He didn't use any Spiritual Qi to evaporate the alcohol from his body. Instead, he washed his hands, changed into clean clothes, and lay back on the bed, snoring with his limbs sprawled out.
The Luban Lock? I'll deal with it after a good sleep.
Wang, watching Lin Tian snore thunderously, was itching with anger yet had no solution. He couldn't possibly ask Lin Tian to solve the lock under the influence of alcohol, could he? Even if Lin Tian agreed, Wang certainly wouldn't dare. This thing was a treasure in the eyes of the ancestor. How could he let it be so mishandled?
Seeing Lin Tian sleep so comfortably, Wang could only sigh softly, close the door, and leave.
...
Perhaps due to the alcohol, Lin Tian had a very restful sleep, until a voice woke him up.
This voice wasn't coming from outside; it echoed in his mind, as if he was talking to himself.
