"Ah ah."
With a resigned smile, Lin Qingluo ordered her men to carry the three little ones back and settled them in The Orb, letting them sleep peacefully on the lotus leaves.
Unabashed, Tianshui continued to drink unhindered, finding the sea bowl unsatisfying. He took matters into his own hands by opening the wine jar, drinking one after another.
By the end, most of the people in the arena had gotten drunk. They were zigzagging around, totally unconscious.
Only Tianshui and Ji Shuxuan remained.
Ji Shuxuan looked at the cute, pudgy little baby and felt a headache.
With his late Tribulation Stage power, he could tell Tianshui's origins at a glance.
Competing with a water spirit in a drinking competition,
wasn't he asking for torture?
However, he didn't want to give up the prize of a thousand jars of spiritual wine. What could he do?
"Baby, be good. Let Grandpa win the competition and Grandpa will give you treasure."