He was a bit drunk, and his eyes had a hazy look.
It's not easy to get Jianghu People drunk, but sometimes, it's quite simple.
If they want to get drunk, they can do so whenever they please.
A young man next to him quickly steadied him and sighed, "Why do this to yourself? Getting drunk won't cause any real harm, but you'll still feel miserable for a while."
The drunken youth waved his hand dismissively. "When I think about how they're going to walk all over us at the Celestial Pride Hall, I don't even want to go. Don't stop me, let me have another drink."
Just then, a voice cut in unexpectedly from the side.
"That's not necessarily true."
When these words were spoken, all the young people nearby turned to look, their eyes filled with a strange expression.
The young man at the center of their attention wore a longsword at his hip.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding the powerful, arrogant air of a master show-off.
Someone immediately recognized him.
