86 One Lapse of Judgment

Lan Jiu stood in front of a wide meadow. "Huh?" He was unsure how he had gotten here. However, with time, he came to realize that this place was well-known to him, though it had been a while since he had come here, which was why the man had a hard time remembering it at first. 

Before he could process everything, a strong stench of alcohol appeared right behind him, stinging his nose. He turned around and saw a white-haired woman with a flushed face. She wore the Waning Principle robe, though on her hip a bottle of strong wine, instead of a traditional sword was strapped. She was of small stature, but Lan Jiu would never dare take fault at her for that. That was because this woman was his master—Hong Jiu (1 check Author Note).

"I see. This is a dream."

Hong Jiu took her flask and rammed it on Lan Jius's head. For a mere figment of his imagination, this attack hurt unexpectedly badly.

"Fuck!" Lan Jiu held his head. "What was that for?"