A moment of brief daze later, Xu Yuan instinctively stood up, his voice tinged with puzzlement:
"She... Didn't she go to the State Preceptor's Mansion to celebrate the New Year today? Why is she still in the mansion?"
As he spoke, Xu Yuan rubbed his dizzy head and walked towards the direction of the inner courtyard's gate. However, he was genuinely drunk; even walking a straight line in the flat hall, he could make three turns, and the spinning surroundings made it difficult for him to stabilize himself despite running the Blood Essence Meteoring Art, and he barely avoided collapsing by hurrying a few steps and grabbing onto a beam column for support.
Wind and snow gently brushed the black robe, Xu Yinhe stood at the entrance of the hall, looking back at Xu Yuan's slightly amusing actions, his voice was steady:
"It's almost approaching the hour of the ox."
The hour of the ox?