After the Dragon King woke up, his condition improved rapidly. He insisted on getting out of bed and even wanted to hold a banquet to thank Ye Qiu and Sun Shengshou and the others.

"Dragon King, it's already very late today. How about we invite everyone to dinner another day?" Zhao Yun, worried about the Dragon King's health, advised.

But the Dragon King wouldn't listen.

"Tell the chef to prepare some dishes to go with the wine. Also, bring out that thirty-year-old aged wine I've been saving. I want to have a good drink with Little Ye and the others."