At the foot of Emei Mountain, Zhao Changhe once had iron-smiting session in a town's tavern all day.
Situ Xiao hugged a jar of wine and gulped it down merrily, claiming to be treating Zhao Changhe to a drink, but ended up getting himself half-drunk first.
Zhao Changhe was speechless and didn't bother with him, just sneaked some wine into his own flask.
He had been too shy to ask Sisi for wine to fill his gourd before; it had been empty for a month now...
After all, it was the first time in a year since his big battle and rise to fame on the Human List that he wasn't injured like a dead dog and could actually go out for drinks with friends. This was a monumental improvement for Zhao Changhe, truly not easy...
"Hey," Situ Xiao, finally feeling tipsy, put down the jar, "Why aren't you drinking?"
Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes, "I've never been a drunkard like you, okay?"
"If you're not into drinking, why carry a wine gourd?"
