"Wine money? What wine money? Don't even think about taking advantage of us disciples. Our Yellow Hall doesn't have a single spirit stone left, so forget about the wine money."
Zi Ling looked at the drunken old man, extremely angry, and said.
"No spirit stones again? Isn't it the middle of the month? How could there be no spirit stones left."
"Little Zi Ling, I've told you countless times, you must hold your temper and don't fight recklessly inside the Heavenly Palace. You've surely injured someone again and destroyed palace buildings, costing lots of spirit stones, right?"
"If you fought less, you'd save so many spirit stones and buy me so much fine wine."
The drunkard, keeping his composure, sighed and said, then opened his wine gourd and took a sip.
