To accompany Xie Qing in his drunkenness, Xu Mei had previously limited her cultivation level to get drunk. As they finished one bottle of wine after another, they moved on to the third, fourth, fifth, and even up to the tenth.
It was already three o'clock in the morning. All the disciples and elders, except for the guards, had long been asleep. The sect was shrouded in darkness.
On the rooftop of the pavilion, two figures - a man and a woman - sat next to each other, almost embracing.
"D-damn, you drink so well. Not bad, not bad at all, sleepyhead!" Xu Mei said with a smile, her cheeks flushed from the influence of alcohol.
"Well, enough of that, Master. I'm still far from your level," Xie Qing said, waving his hand with a smile. His arm wrapped around Xu Mei's waist, pulling her into his embrace, and then shamelessly began to sniff her: "Mmm. Mmm... Master, your hair smells so delicious."
