A quarter of an hour later, Wang Changsheng and Huang Yun'er appeared before a seven-story azure pavilion, from within which a rich fragrance wafted out.
The pavilion's plaque bore the three large golden characters "Drunken Immortal Pavilion," and quite a few cultivators were entering and leaving.
According to Huang Yun'er's introduction, the Drunken Immortal Pavilion had been opened by the Chen Immortal Cultivation Family, which mainly dealt in brewing wine. The Chen Family had been passed down for more than three thousand years. On the Profound Spirit Continent, a shop that had been open for a thousand years could not be called an old establishment. It needed at least three thousand years to earn that title. There were simply too many shops with histories exceeding a thousand years.
"Uncle Wang, the Chen Family's Spirit Wine is quite famous on the Profound Spirit Continent. The Chen Family has three especially renowned Spirit Wines, with Dragon-Tiger Clash being the most famous. It can strengthen one's vital energy and blood and temper the physical body. It is said to be brewed from the Spirit Bones of a Sixth Order Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger."
Huang Yun'er explained, a look of longing appearing on her face.
Wang Changsheng nodded and began walking toward the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. Just then, a somewhat disheveled figure suddenly charged out of the pavilion, stumbling and lurching.
Wang Changsheng swept his gaze over him, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes, and hurriedly stepped aside.
He was an old man nine feet tall, dressed in a blue daoist robe and wearing a lotus crown. Seven Flying Swords were strapped to his back, their sheaths bound to his body with hemp rope. The blue-robed elder had a square face, white hair at his temples, and a face full of