Darryl drank a substantial amount ended up tipsy. He stood up to go to the washroom.

One of his men held him for support and asked, “Hall Master, how about I take you there?”

“It’s fine.” Darryl waved in dismissal.

He was indeed getting drunk. Actually, he could just utilize his Internal Energy to force the alcohol out of his system as a cultivator. However, it was a joyous reunion, and everyone intended to get drunk.

Darryl wobbled downstairs, the washroom was on the ground floor.

He noticed a crowd near him when he reached the ground floor. There were a dozen young adults and they seemed like students from a university nearby.

Darryl was turning into a corner when a youngster who was occupied with his phone knocked into him.

Thud!

His phone almost fell to the ground.

Darryl was speechless.

It was absurd that he could crash into him when there was so much space in the lobby.

“Are you blind?”

The youngster was triggered, “Watch where you’re going!” He was covered with bra