Just one cup, and Yu Ziqing felt his consciousness floating, as if an endless dream world unfolded before his eyes.
A gentle breeze carried him through this world, seeming at once both to step into it and to remain adrift.
Everything seemed to be wrapped in mist, indistinct yet present, with only a vague outline.
He could vaguely sense it, as though many people were talking, as though he saw many things, yet perhaps not.
Dazed, the world spinning, he fell back into his body, left with only a faint buzz of tipsiness after drinking.
Yu Ziqing sat on the ground, gently rubbing his head, thinking the ingredients were too good, especially with the Heavenly Devil King added in, the potency of the drink was a bit too strong.
For someone of his power, even a single cup was enough to make him feel giddy.
He turned his head to look at the Moon God, seeing her already sprawled on the ground, fast asleep, muttering who knows what, in a manner quite unrefined.
