Under the Night Moon, the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor was drinking and singing, boasting wildly.
"You're drunk," Ye Chen said, squinting his eyes.
The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor immediately stood up, but midway his entire body toppled over, reeking of alcohol, he huffed, "What drunk? You have no idea how good Lord Dragon's alcohol tolerance is. Back when I roamed the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms with pride, let alone Taichu Divine Wine, even Yaochi's Peach Wine was but a drop in the bucket for me. How could I possibly be drunk?"
Ye Chen burst into laughter with disdain, "You, an old drunkard, have had Yaochi's Peach Wine? You must be joking!"
