Night fell!
Zhao Feng's trusted aides were on guard outside the camp, while inside, the atmosphere was lively and boisterous.
All the old brothers drank heartily and without restraint.
Aside from buying a batch of wine from the Immortals' Liquor House, most of the alcohol was just the regular brews of this era.
After all, supplying over sixty thousand elite soldiers in one go—no matter how fine the Immortals' Liquor House's wine was, it just wasn't enough, and besides, there wasn't even an Immortals' Liquor House in Yunzhong City yet.
Though he now held power and influence, Zhao Feng was still extremely cautious; it was best the Immortals' Liquor House was not exposed.
Zhao Feng sat at the center of the camp, never distancing himself from his old comrades-in-arms. No matter who came up to offer him a toast, Zhao Feng accepted them all with poise.
"Subordinate congratulates General Zhao Feng on his joyous wedding."
"Congratulations to General Zhao Feng."
