The group got inside the room, and Lin Mu wasted no time in placing Elyon onto a low couch. He sat down cross-legged beside the wolfkin and pressed his palm against his chest. Immortal Qi surged from Lin Mu's hand, flowing into Elyon's meridians.
SHUA
Within moments, the stagnant traces of alcohol were being purged from his system, forced out in thin wisps of impure Qi.
Elyon's eyelids fluttered, and his tail gave a sluggish twitch. "Ugh… what happened…?" he muttered, still groggy.
Before he could properly orient himself, Cattaleya marched over and delivered a hearty slap to his back.
THWACK!
The sound reverberated across the room like a whip crack.
Elyon yelped, jerking upright with his ears flat against his head. "Awooo! What was that for!?"
Cattaleya roared with laughter, clutching her stomach. "To wake you up, obviously!"
Elyon rubbed his sore back and glared at her but decided it was wiser not to argue.
