Lan Xiaodie looked like a celestial immortal, but inwardly she was utterly disgusted with Du Guxing.
She forced a smile, her lips slightly curving upwards, forming a false grin as she responded, "The Young Manor Master's kindness is hard to refuse; Xiaodie will certainly accompany to the end." However, her eyes inadvertently flashed with a hint of unnoticeable disdain.
In the inn, the Beggar Sect disciples rarely had the chance to indulge in such feasting and drinking, each drinking themselves into a stupor.
Some were sprawled out on tables, snoring like thunder and deep in sleep; others were still shouting loudly, hoarsely urging one another to drink.
