At dinner time, Ye Changqing drank a jar of spirit wine and hurriedly pushed away the hand pouring more:
"It's enough for now. Once the demon calamity is over, we can drink to our hearts' content."
The support from the Central Continent was nowhere in sight, and a shadow loomed over his heart.
The joy from discovering exotic plants was greatly diminished; usually, three jars wouldn't get him drunk, but now he had lost the interest in drinking.
"With the sect united, we will surely overcome this crisis."
Ji An shouted loudly. Even though he had no confidence, he couldn't lose the momentum.
"Victory is our only option."
Ye Changqing stood up, nodded heavily, and said:
"Junior Brother, please take care of things here."
"I won't let you down," Ji An turned his head and instructed:
"Yu Lian, pack the remaining spirit wine for Senior Brother to take away."
They had ten jars of spirit wine but drank only two.
