Wine cups intertwine, raising glasses to drink, the wine is rich, the meat is fragrant, and the mood is high.
Some people with flushed faces, recounting their experiences over the years, become sentimental when immersed in their stories.
Some people are drunk as mud, clutching their Contracted Spirits, making a drunken mess. The helpless roar of the Spirits, mixed with the clinking sound of wine glasses, creates a unique ambiance.
...
After a whole night of revelry, the lively hall calms down, and snoring like thunder unabashedly fills the air.
Ye Liuying stretches lazily, the Dark Element silently circulates within his body, completely dissolving the slight drunkenness.
"Mrs. Qing, Feng, order some more herbs."
"We have so many guests, let's prepare more body-strengthening and spirit-nurturing herbal soup to treat them well."
"Yes."
The soft sound of skirts trailing on the ground is heard, with an afterimage flashing and disappearing from the hall in the blink of an eye.