As the night wore on, Father brought out various types of alcohol, which Wu Jian and the others were allowed to try, though they weren’t allowed to drink much. Alcohol could have benefits toward one’s cultivation, but it was not good to drink a lot at a young age.
The night eventually ended and everyone was sent on their way. A few of the more rambunctious adults who had drank far more than they should have stumbled out of the dining hall, leaning against each other’s shoulders as they laughed.
“I guess this is where we say good night,” Wu Meiying said as she, Wu Jian, and Hou Jingshu stood together on the west side of the compound, at the midway point between all three of their residences.
“Yeah. Have a good night, Mei, Jingshu,” Wu Jian said.
Before Wu Meiying could attack him, Wu Ji
