f you drink with a close friend, a thousand cups are not enough. 

Lin Xun deeply resonated with this saying after Yue Jianming had been resurrected from death. In a moment like this, he had to drink to his heart’s content. 

“Don’t hit me but to tell you the truth...”

“Speak!”

“When I chose to end my life at the Dao Lantern Festival, I honestly had no regrets because I knew that I would come back to life one day. But I didn’t think that you would feel so upset and guilty. Hahaha, if word got out that the mighty Demon God Lin was so upset and guilty then what would the world think about you?”  

“Get lost!”

“Hey, you don’t look too good, come on, drink up.”

On the banks of Azure Willow Lake, Lin Xun and Yue Jianming were drinking to their heart’s content. Scattered around them were dozens of large empty wine jars. 

The alcohol was a special brew of Thousand Lake City called the Drunken Thousand Years, and it was known for its spicy and rich taste that felt like fire sliding down the throat.

Both of them were a little bit tipsy. If they didn’t have a cultivation base, they would have fallen unconscious long ago. 

The old servant...