"Cheers!"
In the collapsed depression, the magma had slowly cooled, but the interior was still continuously emanating residual heat.
Cang Haiyuan and Yang Qi each held a paper cup and clinked them together.
The campfire crackled, occasionally spitting out sparks that flickered in the wind, casting a red glow all around.
They had brought alcohol on this trip, but to save space, they did not bring much.
Today, because they had discovered a new group of mutant creatures, Cang Haiyuan suggested having a drink to celebrate, which led to the scene before them.
Shao Zifeng sat on the edge of the deep pit, his feet on the cooled magma rock; he did not join in.
Partly because he indeed could not hold his liquor, and he also deeply suspected that even the smell of alcohol could get him drunk.
To prevent a repeat of the incident in Yundu City, he simply stayed far away.
