Chapter 411: Beijing (3)
The voice that reached his ears was a welcome one, yet Jeong Yeon-shin turned his head very, very slowly.
"Truly, alcohol is the greatest of all poisons."
That was true in both body and mind.
Some martial artists, in their reckless attempts to refine their Upper Dantian, had dared to stir their brains with internal energy—only to lose their sanity or even die.
Right now, his skull felt like it was splitting apart, yet no proper remedy came to mind.
Had he expelled the alcohol through his Qi the night before, it might have been a different story.
But the liquor that had swollen the veins in his head overnight was beyond his control now—just like the pressure throbbing in his Baihui Acupoint.
This was his own doing. He had willfully refrained from expelling the poison from his system.
"Hey! Jeong Yeon-shin! I barely caught up to you!"
A boy dressed in a plum-embroidered daoist robe came sprinting toward him from a distance.
With each step, he closed the distance effortlessly, yet left no footprints behind—nor a single sound.
Hwasan Sect’s movement technique—Hidden Fragrance Drift.