The party went on late into the night.
The restaurant was still brightly lit, filled with endless laughter and cheerful voices.
As time passed, the rhythm of the music seemed to grow more soothing, as if calming everyone's exhausted yet exhilarated hearts.
As the master of the Crown Territory, Feng Shan naturally became the center of the "attack."
With the added encouragement of certain people with ulterior motives, one person after another came up to toast Feng Shan.
Even a Witch couldn't have withstood this wave-after-wave assault. After finishing the beer, they switched to hard liquor, and after the hard liquor, they switched to medicinal wine.
'My body could take it, but my mind couldn't.'
Under this relentless barrage of toasts, Feng Shan managed to hold on at first. But eventually, the alcohol went to his head, and he threw caution to the wind, grabbing a glass and seeking people out to drink with.
'At this point, it was a matter of taking down as many as I could.'
