The next day.
Xiao Yi woke up to find himself lying on the bed.
He smacked his head hard.
Last night, he was dragged by Huang Baitao and others to drink all night, and those were strong liquors made from spiritual medicine. Even those with deep cultivation couldn't withstand it.
Xiao Yi only remembered before he passed out.
There was not a single person at the table who could stand.
"Damn, this feeling is so painful, I definitely can't drink with them again..." Xiao Yi got out of bed, only to feel his legs go soft, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
Creak!
Huang Yuwei pushed open the door, carrying a bowl of hot porridge as she walked in. Seeing Xiao Yi's state, she covered her mouth and chuckled, "Xiao Yi, you're finally awake!"
"Ah? Yuwei, how much did I drink last night? How come I can't remember anything that happened afterward?"