Within the Mystic Heart Hall of the Mystic Gate Sect, the eight senior brothers and sisters sat casually on the floor. Whenever they drank to their heart's content, they simply tossed aside the wine bowls carved from warm jade and lifted the wine jars themselves for deep draughts.
At this moment, for the brothers and sisters of the Mystic Gate Sect who could only reunite after a hundred thousand years, wine could not make them drunk. What they drank was merely a state of mind.
As the strong liquor went down their throats and spread through their bellies, what dispersed within them was not its pungent aroma.
It was the knots in their hearts.
One knot after another, buried for a hundred thousand years, rose to their minds with the fumes of wine.
Strong liquor coursed down their throats.
The knots in their hearts had to be voiced!
"Seventh Senior Brother, do you know Fifth Senior Brother's whereabouts? We searched for so many years without finding any trace of him. Sect Leader Junior Brother never found Fifth Senior Brother either." Eighth Senior Sister Zhuang Ning Bing, her collar soaked with liquor as she set down her wine jar, suddenly spoke, becoming the first to ask the question she could no longer keep bottled up.
"Fifth Senior Brother?"
Sorrow surfaced in Seventh Senior Brother Han Shi Zhe's eyes. Suddenly, he tipped over the wine jar in his hand, letting the liquor pour out in a stream.
"This jar is for Fifth Senior Brother!"
The moment he said this, Zhuang Ning Bing, Fu Su, Leng Shou Tian, Ling Xian, Lu Man Ge, Lian Mo, and even Ye Zhen all changed expression.
Because Seventh Senior Brother Han Shi Zhe's action essentially revealed one thing—Fifth Senior Brother Xu Jin had most likely already fallen.