Night Wanderer, eager to gossip more about QingWu's relationship with the "white-feathered chicken" from the Void Hidden Tibetan Monastery, but he quickly sensed her mood and wisely refrained from pressing further.
"By the way, how did you end up getting drunk?"
Mentioning this, QingWu could only shake her head in exasperation.
Who knew what had happened last night? Xiao Chenyuan had suddenly offered incense and wine to her out of the blue.
Night Wanderer couldn't help but laugh. "Has he never offered incense to you over the past ten years? Why was it that this time, the offering was strong enough to fill your soul with alcohol?"
QingWu counted on her fingers, her expression growing increasingly strange.
The Judge's Brush couldn't hold back and popped up, "He actually just carved your name onto the plaque last night? No wonder you've never received any incense from his offerings!"
Night Wanderer's eyes widened. "Ah! So that's why…"
