"Golden goblets and jade cups brimmed with immortal brew, gifted to fellow cultivators of the martial world."
"Ask not how much of the road ahead remained; for now, let me ease three parts of Your Excellency's sorrow."
Spirit Lake expanded far and wide, encompassing the Five Lakes and Four Seas. Cultivators throughout the Holy Spirit Continent could hear this voice.
When they looked up, there was no need this time for Palm Apricot's transmitted image. Everyone could see Ba Zunan's white-robed bust projection high in the sky, raising his cup slightly in greeting before draining its contents with a smile.
"Whoosh!"
Never mind the purpose behind this move for now.
The sincerity of his sentiment and the boldness of his bearing had already ignited the emotions of the people across the Five Domains, stirring them to their peak.
"My heavens, the Eighth Sword Immortal gave me wine to drink?"
"Huh? I get some too? But didn't Ancient Sword Cultivators never drink? Why did Ba Zunan break the taboo himself first?"
"Hahaha, I just comprehended Innate Sword Intent yesterday! The Eighth Sword Immortal recognizes me—I am an Ancient Sword Cultivator!"
"This wine... good wine! Worthy of immortal brew, truly fine wine! Rich and mellow upon entry, fierce and domineering—cough... cough cough! A true man ought to be like this!"
"You all drank it? That doesn't seem right. This old man cultivates the sword; I heard wine befuddles the sword and have abstained for over thirty years... Hiss! Good wine! Exhilarating!"
"Haha, what a line—'Ask not how much of the road ahead remained; for now, let me ease three parts of Your Excellency's sorrow.' To hell with wine abstinence! I shall break mine today too—bottoms up!"
In most other places across the Five Domains, whether sects or clans, there was not necessarily