"HISSS—It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts—"
In a branch of the Benevolent Emperor Pavilion in the Northern Region, Wu Wang leaned his forehead against a towel fumigated with medicinal incense, slumped in a wooden chair, and sighed.
Alcohol truly isn't a good thing; it's best to drink less of it, if possible. Even a demigod's body can't endure this!
On the ground beside him, Xiao Jian Daoist was sound asleep, snoring loudly.
His snoring was even louder than the roar of the Thunder God outside Yun City.
Just moments ago, Wu Wang had been helped back here by Xiao Jian Daoist and the Grand Elder.
Seeing Wu Wang's pale complexion and his body breaking out in cold sweat, Xiao Jian Daoist laughed and said, "Is this alcohol really that potent?"
Wu Wang didn't say much. He took out the large gourd. Xiao Jian Daoist gave a slight smile, lightly tapped with his sword-finger, drew out a thread of liquor, and gulped it down.
With a THUD, quite quickly, the sword cultivator lay down.
