"Not going."
When Du Youqian found Little Fatty Guo Mingsheng, he was in a gambling den, caught up in the heat of a boisterous game.
A scantily clad beauty, so poor she could only cover herself with a few strips of ragged cloth, sat on his lap. From time to time, she would feed him fruit or pass wine to him mouth-to-mouth.
Although the Zhongxuan Sect was not a Taoist Sect like the Chongzhen Sect, the Sect's cultivation techniques and style leaned heavily toward the Taoist School.
Many Cultivators from the Sect liked to wear a Crane Robe, or a Daoist Robe as an outer garment.
And this guy? Where was even a hint of the virtuous, ascetic Cultivator about him?
When he heard Du Youqian ask him to go for a drink, he shook his head like a rattle drum. "Brother Yuanqing, it's not that I don't want to drink with you, it's just that I haven't won my money back yet. I'll come find you once I break even. Why don't you get a beauty to keep you company for now?"
