Only they knew how difficult it was just to stay alive.
"Where is the old man's confidence coming from?" Tang Fei thought to himself.
He decided to find time to talk with him, using his confidence to firm up his own Dao heart.
"Brother, what shall we do after dinner?" Little Fatty asked.
Tang Fei put aside his worries and said aloud, "You've had some alcohol, just rest well. I'll go to the Training Room to practice swordsmanship later..."
Little Fatty didn't understand cultivation. He had to rely entirely on his body to slowly metabolize the alcohol.
Tang Fei was different, as he could use the Yin Yang Qi to force all the alcohol out of his system.
It was like detoxifying in martial arts novels...
Little Fatty looked up at Tang Fei and said softly, "Bro, you're too tired."
He didn't know what exactly happened, but he knew his brother was definitely hiding something.
