Another Storm Over Wine

The Young Taoist Priest made a name for himself in the battle at Mandarin Duck Islet, beating Nan Guangzhao half to death.

After the Young Taoist Priest tossed Nan Guangzhao into the river, no one dared fish him out.

A renowned Ascension Realm Great Cultivator drifted with the current, kept afloat by nothing more than his tattered water robe.

The Young Taoist Priest stood on the bank. To the onlookers all around, he cut a figure of supreme confidence, his Daoist Style lofty and remote, his bearing invincible.

From the island on Mandarin Duck Islet, Qin Zao sent the Young Taoist Priest a Mind Message from afar. "Senior, may I pull Nan Guangzhao out first?"

The Young Taoist Priest sneered. "Of course. Why wouldn't you? Fish him out all you like. Once you've saved him, someone can save you next."

Qin Zao had no answer.

There was no judging this Peak Ascension Realm Great Cultivator's temperament by ordinary standards. Qin Zao would have to deal with him as little as possible from now on, and give him a wide berth whenever possible.

Li Huai felt uncomfortable all over. He was used to being the least conspicuous person in any crowd, and could not adapt to having every eye on him. It felt as though ants were crawling over his skin. Heaven only knew how many Mountain Immortals, near and far around Mandarin Duck Islet, were using Palm Views Mountains and Rivers to watch the spectacle unfolding around him.

"Are you hurt?" Li Huai asked.

Warmth spread through the Young Taoist Priest, as though he had eaten hot pot in the dead of winter. His unruly air vanished at once, and he grinned. "Not a damn thing wrong with me. Those little spells that hit me barely even tickled."

The Young