Diefang and the other two still couldn't find Haotian. Although they found Xiaohei, they wanted to ask him where Haotian was.

Xiao Hei, looking worried, told them that Haotian had gone out on business and that they should go and cultivate.

Xiao Hei naturally knew where Haotian was.

He has now randomly entered a room in the courtyard.

He took out jars of unfinished peach blossom wine, a gift from the Medicine King.

The aroma of the wine filled me with a profound sense of sorrow.

Haotian took out a small cup, placed one leg on a chair and the other foot on the ground, and used his magic to control the wine to float into the cup, then drank it all in one gulp.

One glass after another, the alcohol stimulated his taste buds, then numbed his senses.

One cup after another, each one an attempt to drown their sorrows in alcohol.

One cup after another, his mind became numb, and he could only vaguely recall their past deeds.

Sorrow welled up in Haotian's heart. In anger, Haotian smashed the small cup in his hand, took out a porcelain bowl as big as a pot and pan, used his magic to fill it, and drank it all in one gulp. The wine spilled from the side of the bowl onto Haotian's delicate body, and her pure white clothes were slowly stained with the pale red of the peach blossom wine.

Bowl after bowl, the liquid spilled from my neck down to my chest.

Bowl after bowl, staining from her clothes to her shoulders.

Bowl after bowl, the food spread from shoulders to sleeves.

After drinking from the bowl several times, Haotian could only think of her. He had let go of himself and started drinking directly from the jar. Now, he felt that drinking from bowl to bowl was no longer enough to satisfy him.

He didn't cherish the peach blossom wine at all. He stood up, the wine spraying all over his body. Haotian's brain was hot, and he didn't care about anything else, letting the slightly warm peach blossom wine assault his delicate body.

Images from the past flashed through his mind: in times of peace, she was there for me; in times of glory, she was there for me; in times of fame, she was there for me; in times of despair, she remained steadfast and devoted. Her actions were recounted in Haotian's mind.

The sorrow in my heart, along with the evaporation of the wine droplets and sweat on my body, slowly welled up in my mind.

Haotian only took a sip from the first jar, and then, in a daze, he picked up the second jar. He didn't drink from it, but poured it directly onto himself. Guo Chun's wine droplets soaked his entire body and his originally snow-white hair. Haotian's white hair was tinged with a light red, a faint red like the color of peach blossoms in early bloom.

Peach blossom wine was scattered all over the ground. The chair was made of ironwood, but ironwood is still wood. Although it is very hard, it is not indestructible or colorless. The peach blossom wine on the chair slightly stained it red, making the chair's original brown color even more translucent.

He was releasing his emotions, crying, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and blinding himself in the depths of his soul.

After a long while... the wine was spilled, and everyone fell silent.

Haotian lay exhausted against a wall, and gradually, he lost consciousness.

The release of his emotions led to a sense of exhaustion, which in turn stimulated his nervousness, causing him to feel extremely sleepy.

The wine jar on the table dripped water steadily onto the ground, the crisp sound weaving a lullaby to help them drift off to sleep. The dripping water became a sound, and Haotian breathed evenly. His heart was utterly calm at this moment. After emptying all his emotions, all that remained was Guo Chun's intoxication.

Xiao Hei and Hao Tian have been together for many years, so there's no need to ask to know that he's gone out drinking again.

This time he wasn't afraid of being beaten, but he was more worried about Haotian's mental state.

People from the past are like a knife buried in your heart, always ready to stab you unexpectedly.

The same applies to Xiao Hei.

His heart was already riddled with holes, the biggest hole being the one next to him, Fusheng Ruo.

The red liquid inside the room had basically spilled all over the floor. The room was cluttered with wine jars, making what was originally an orderly room look messy because of the wine jars and liquid.

Haotian leaned against the wall, her wet white clothes almost transparent, revealing her delicate collarbone and snow-white skin. Her body, red and white, was exposed. Haotian's face was flushed, her lips were pouting, and her brows were furrowed, as if she were having a nightmare.

The seal in Haotian's mind seemed to tremble slightly...

However, Haotian could no longer sense it at this point.

And so, Haotian slept by the wall all night...

When he woke up the next day, he felt a long-lost throbbing pain in his head.

He calmly tidied up the room, dissipated the smell of alcohol, and took off his white clothes, which were stained red with peach blossom wine.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at his hot spring.

Right now, he... doesn't want to see anyone.

It feels like all my emotions exploded yesterday; my heart is tired, and my mind is empty.

He hugged his legs with both hands and curled up in the hot spring.

It was as if he had been abandoned by the world, as if he would leave this world naked at any moment.

Even he himself forgot about the time.

Xiao Hei's voice suddenly entered his mind.

"Come back, your apprentices are all looking for you."

It was Xiao Hei who sent him a telepathic message.

He then curled up for a long time.

Finally, he slowly got up...

Haotian changed into a black and red brocade robe.

It was as if nothing had happened, yet everything had indeed happened.

Haotian returned to the treehouse.

Diefang and the other two successfully found their master (the fairy sister).

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