"Brother Zhang Shao, I must offer you this toast!"
Wang Chen raised his cup. "If you hadn't brought news of that little thief Mo Qi, who knows when I could have avenged my son."
Zhang Shao raised his cup as well, a sorrowful look on his face. "No, I should be the one thanking you! Without your help, even if I had lured Mo Qi to the Imperial City, I still wouldn't have been able to kill him."
"In any case, Mo Qi is dead now, and my vengeance is complete. My son's spirit can finally rest in peace! Drink up!"
"Bottoms up!"
After they finished, Wang Chen refilled Zhang Shao's bowl.
"This second bowl is for you as well! You were the one who persuaded the Blessed One to take us in. Bottoms up!"
"Bottoms up!"
Another bowl went down, and Wang Chen poured a third.
"This third bowl... I... Why am I feeling a little dizzy?"
Wang Chen felt his vision blur, and the scenery around him began to spin.
