The moment he smelled the alcohol, Xiao Family's Ancestor suddenly felt his mind grow foggy, as if he had drunk a hundred barrels of fine wine, and his steps became wobbly.
In a flurry, he pulled out several talismans and stuck them to his body, trying to defend himself, but it was already too late.
Seeing that things were going awry, Xing Rong hurriedly held his breath and cursed inwardly.
But he saw himself retreating more than a dozen steps, while simultaneously waving the fan in his hand. A yellowish fierce wind surged out, rapidly growing in scale and turning into a ten-zhang-tall tornado that spun around the area with a howl.
Even though the small courtyard was blessed with an Array, the rooftop of the hall was instantly torn off under the sweep of the tornado.
The pink alcohol vapor that had been filling the courtyard was blown away in an instant, and Xiao Family's Ancestor finally took a breath of relief, not collapsing on the spot due to drunkenness.
