"Senior, are you from Shushan?" Chen Changqing asked.
The middle-aged man did not answer directly. Carrying his wine jug, he leaped down from the top of the gourd.
His movements had no form or pattern whatsoever, like a drunkard hopping down from a low wall, swaying crookedly as he landed in midair. Yet the instant his feet stepped upon the void, all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within tens of thousands of miles surged toward him like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
This absolute control over the laws of heaven and earth made Chen Changqing's heart tighten.
The middle-aged man staggered over to the front of the Shushan Warship and first lowered his head to look at the heavily injured Daoist Chen Yuan.
"You brat, even after becoming sect master, you're still this reckless. Going head-on against a Fourth Tribulation Immortal Stage cultivator—did a donkey kick you in the head?"
Daoist Chen Yuan's lips twitched, yet, surprisingly, he did not talk back.
He respectfully performed a grand salute toward the middle-aged man, his voice steady and solemn.
"Chen Yuan, the thirty-seventh generation sect master of Shushan, pays respects to Senior Wine Sword."
Wine Sword.
When those two words reached the ears of the cultivators present, most wore baffled expressions.
But the few old monsters who had cultivated for several thousand years or more stiffened where they stood as though struck by lightning upon hearing that title.
On the Heavenly Secrets Tower's floating chariot, a white-haired Grand Elder of divination abruptly sprang to his feet. The divination compass in his hand fell with a crack and shattered on the ground, yet he did not notice in the slightest.
"Wine Sword Immortal... the Wine Sword Immortal, one of the Shushan Nine Elders?!"
"Impossible! That person was a legendary