Inside the Divine Son Palace, Mo Su and Yun Che had been drinking heavily for over two hours. Shattered wine jars lay scattered haphazardly across the floor, and the rich, potent aroma of alcohol filled the air. Even a faint whiff was enough to intoxicate the senses and leave one half-drunk.1

Bang!0

Another jar was drained as Mo Su slowly lifted it from his lips. His face was flushed crimson, his eyes completely glazed over, and a lingering intoxication was etched between his brows. Even the smile at the corner of his mouth carried a lazy, dreamlike air, as if he had momentarily forgotten the cares of the world.0

At this moment, he bore no trace of the Abyssal Monarch’s majesty, nor a shred of His divine, icy demeanor. Instead, he was a mere mortal soul who had cast off the shackles of many thousand autumns and allowed himself to sink into the embrace of intoxication.0

He exhaled a long, heavy breath and gazed up at the sky with a wistful sigh. “Wandao often said that three cups of cheap wine can dispel a thousand sorrows. I’ve always thought that it doesn’t apply to me, but turns out, I’ve simply never found the right drinking companion… hahahaha….”0

He burst into unrestrained laughter, “Such exhilaration, such lightness—it’s been far too long since I’ve felt this… Gulp….”0

Yun Che laughed along with him and flicked his fingers. Two more large jars of wine immediately crashed onto the table. “I have had a thousand jars of wine in my palace, and I’ve never found a soul that I could share them with—until today. Finally, I am able to drink my fill and get thoroughly drunk.0

“Feel free to visit often from now on, Big Brother. As the revered Abyssal Monarch, you are more entitled than any other being in the world to indulge in the pleasures of life… even if it’s just to steal half a day of joy and leisure.”0

Mo Su gave no reply. His expression suddenly stiffened,...0