Drunken Dispositions and Disillusionment

Han felt like a riot was about to start, his senses prickling at what was happening in front of him, but thankfully the Guardsman was too cool-headed to attack Russel. Not that might have happened, but any other protagonist might have face-slapped his drunk classmate now and be done with it.

As for himself, while he prided on the fact that cultivation and other novels were the rave amongst his people—he really just wanted to go home. The idea of leaving this to his Soul Waves and letting whatever happen to happen was tempting.

This wasn't abandonment to him.

But then he stood up and cleared his throat. He offered them a grin and waved. "Anyway, I'm leaving without you guys if you want to stay. I don't want to be a party pooper, but I have to get going and… study, or sleep. Either of the two, and I can't have a bad record with the Headmaster either."