So Lin Xuan did not stand on ceremony either. He clinked cups and traded toasts with those Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monsters, calling them brothers as though they were sworn kin.
You took a chicken drumstick, I took a bite of spirit fruit; once the wine warmed their ears and the feast loosened their tongues, it was as if they were good brothers who had known each other for years.
Ruoyan Fairy watched this scene from afar and secretly clicked her tongue, feeling even more fortunate that she had never offended Lin Xuan along the way.
They were both at the Spirit Division Stage, yet the gap between them was actually this great.
This Fellow Daoist Lin was simply unfathomable, mysterious to an indescribable degree.
Of course, Lin Xuan was not truly drunk. Those Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monsters were only playing false with him as well, and once they had drunk their fill and eaten their fill, they naturally followed the momentum and began probing into Lin Xuan's background.
But how could Lin Xuan be so easy to fool?
Granted, his lifespan might not even amount to one percent of the old monsters present, but the richness of his experiences was far beyond what cultivators of the same rank could compare with.
Lin Xuan was not a genius. At the beginning, he had not even possessed a Spirit Root. He had risen step by step from the humblest Rogue Cultivator to become the mighty cultivator he was today.
How rich were his experience and worldly knowledge?
Putting strength aside for the moment, in terms of schemes and shrewdness alone, compared with the Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monsters present, he would absolutely not be inferior in the slightest.
If they wanted to trick words out of him, there was not