Xu Yinhè's voice came softly, unhurried, "Go back to sleep now, perhaps the Illusory Sword your maternal uncle brewed might help you comprehend some of his sword intent."
Hearing this, Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, the world still spinning around him, and said while rubbing his brow,
"The sword intent of my uncle... it's highly unlikely that I will need it. We aren't on the same path."
"...." Feng Jiuxuan.
Xu Yinhè heard this and gently shook his head:
"It seems both of you brothers are not prepared to inherit his Sword Dao, what a pity."
Apart from occasional blackouts, one is mostly conscious when drunk, it's just that one's temperament and courage tend to swell.
Using the remnants of his consciousness to carefully choose his words, Xu Yuan looked at his father across from him and asked softly,
"Father, will you... attend that annual banquet tomorrow?"
Xu Yinhè savored the fine wine in his cup, feeling Feng Jiuxuan's sword intent, and replied unhurriedly,