The Martial Arts Star Ceremony was coming to an end. The streets of Lofu were filled with tourists, and there were no empty seats on the Aurum Alley.

But in one of the bars, for some reason, it was almost free. The bartender was wiping glasses, glancing with slight fright at the trio sitting at one of the tables. They were too important guests to let other customers into the bar.

Jing Yuan set aside his empty glass and rested his head on his palm, looking at his mates. His gaze was already slightly clouded, and his eyes were closing. Jiaoqiu took a sip of cocktail that the others refused to try. He had obviously added so many of his spices there that only he could withstand the pungency. And you, vidyadhara, who was sitting with them, one of the ambassadors from Zhuming, lazily stirred your cocktail with a straw.

"I wonder if foxians stink of dogs when their fur gets wet?" Jing Yuan asked with a lazy grin, squinting at Jiaoqiu.

"Would I like to study the physiology of the Xianzhou people? How long can you stay.. successful... Physically?" Jiaoqiu retorted, clearly hinting at something very indecent.

It seems that a lot has already been drunk.