When Ye Wuchen sensed the anomaly in his Immortal Abode and hurried back, what greeted his eyes was a courtyard in utter ruins and five men in black tied up like rice dumplings. The culprit was currently resting lazily on a stone table, sipping small, delicate sips of spiked immortal brew.
"This is..." Ye Wuchen wore a rare expression of utter bewilderment.
Yan Luoluo lifted her head, let out a drunken "Tui" sound, and plunged straight into Ye Wuchen's arms.
Chapter 51