After a long while, so long that everyone forgot when No-name had left.
Finally, Old Pang stood up: "I need to go home. Everyone, go back tonight, and remember to sign up at Candle Dragon Hall tomorrow."
With that, he patted Fang Ping'an on the shoulder and then walked away.
Next were Turin and Luo Xinghan; the two old fellows staggered off—they had drunk quite a bit. Although Candle Dragon made good wine, as the saying goes, fists fear youth. The two of them had been thoroughly disoriented by Durin's chaotic punches today, and had even overheard things they weren't supposed to. Now, they were completely unable to sober up.
"Let's go." The Old Man stood up.
As soon as he stood, Zhang Mengping stood too, and the remaining few couldn't sit still anymore.
The group descended the stairs, only to find Old Pang, Turin, and Luo Xinghan at the counter, arguing anxiously with the Fang family ladies.
The Old Man chuckled: "My descendants must be scrambling to pay the bill again."
