"What, missing your wife already? Keep drinking!"
When Prince Longyang finished speaking, Wen Ping urged Si Haixian, who was standing there like a wooden stake with his cup raised, stunned.
"O-okay... okay... Sect Leader Wen, I'll down this, you drink as you like." Pulled out of his thoughts by Wen Ping, Si Haixian drained the strong liquor in his cup in one go.
Wen Ping understood very clearly how disappointed and despondent Si Haixian felt at this moment.
Men, after all.
When he downs a full cup in one breath,
either he's got something on his mind,
or he's a drunk.
For someone like Si Haixian, who had cultivated to this Realm, how could he possibly be the kind of man bewitched by the fleeting pleasure wine provides?
Not everyone is the Cyan Lotus Sword Immortal!
The next moment, Wen Ping immediately sent his voice into Si Haixian's ear with his Spiritual Power.
