Enter Immortal Venerable's Sect?

Old Gourd waved his hand, stuffed the Jade Slip into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp. Then he casually grabbed the nearest wine jar, slapped off its seal, aimed his mouth at the opening, and guzzled wildly.

He did not look like he was drinking wine, but rather pouring it straight into his stomach.

In the blink of an eye, a full hundred catties of spirit wine had gone down his throat.

"Wonderful! This wine really is strong!"

As if savoring the flavor with care, Old Gourd smacked his lips in intoxication for a long while before letting out a breath and praising it loudly.

"While I'm in a good mood, ask whatever you want. Once you're done asking, get lost at once! Don't delay my drinking."

"You know what I want to ask, Senior?" Zhao Sheng said, somewhat surprised.

"Hehe! Back when this gourd listened to my master preach the Dao, I saw quite a few humans like you. Humans are famed throughout the myriad races of Immortal Heaven for their abundance of ghostly little schemes. This gourd has seen much and learned much—how could I not know what you human brats are thinking?" Old Gourd said at length, looking immensely pleased with himself.

"Senior is indeed forthright by nature. This junior cannot help but admire you from the bottom of his heart." Zhao Sheng smiled faintly.

"Kid, quit buttering me up. Ask your questions already. For the sake of this pile of spirit wine, this gourd can answer three of them." Old Gourd patted the wine jars beside him and spoke carelessly.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng asked, "This junior wishes to know where the master of this Dongtian is currently cultivating, in which Immortal Village?"

"Tsk tsk, good question! I want to know where Master went