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Fan Dache was still unable to overcome the barrier of the Dragon Gate Tier and become a Golden Core Tier cultivator.
No matter how much wine Fan Dache drank, with him treating the others every time, he was still unable to become as thick-skinned and shameless as the second shopkeeper. He couldn't help but feel guilty, thinking that he had let down the Ning Residence's training ground and that he had wasted everyone's time by having them practice with him. Thus, Fan Dache would always be the one treating the others when they drank wine together. This was nothing, and even if Fan Dache weren't present, it would be enough as long as his money was present.
Whenever they drank at Die Zhang's wine shop, the cost would always be counted toward Fan Dache's tab. Among the group of friends, Dong Huafu visited and drank the most. Fan Dache had felt slightly confused in the beginning. Since when did the wine shop allow people to drink on credit? The answer was finally revealed to him when he asked, and as it turned out, Chen Sanqiu had made the decision to help him place a lesser heat coin at the wine shop.
Fan Dache followed up by asking how much of the lesser heat coin was remaining, and it probably would have been better for him not to ask. A sense of grief immediately welled up inside him, and he immediately asked for several pots of Azure Divine Mountain Wine in a rare display. He decided to drink until he was completely drunk.
The two young boys who had become employees of the wine shop — Spirit Rhino Alley's Zhang Jiazhen and Raincoat Alley's Jiang Qu — had now become friends who spoke about everything under the sun. During their private conversations, they had revealed to each other that their dreams weren't very grand.
The storyteller on the small stool appeared less and less, so the children in the nearby streets and alleys naturally enjoyed fewer and fewer fantastical stories.
Feng Kangle, the little boy who had some savings in his ceramic pot and whose father made yangchun noodles in the wine shop, felt like he couldn't allow things to continue on like this. Even if the stories were bad, they were still stories, after all. If worse came to worst, then he would directly pay the storyteller to tell them stories.
And if one copper coin wasn't enough? Well, his father...
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