"Wine?"
Xu Xiaoshou stared blankly.
If he remembered correctly, the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal had been the first to propose the concept of "the sword drunken with wine, the sword throwing men into chaos."
Before him, sword cultivators had indeed drunk wine, and those who could still hold their swords steady had become famous throughout the world.
But after the Eighth Sword Immortal burst onto the scene, all of them had been overshadowed.
The Eighth Sword Immortal never drank.
Moreover, after he proposed that concept, later sword cultivators had almost never involved themselves with wine.
Whether ancient sword cultivators or spirit sword cultivators...
But according to Xu Xiaoshou's deductions, wasn't the Saint Slave's chief before him most likely the Eighth Sword Immortal?
Why was he holding a wine gourd too?
Was I wrong? Xu Xiaoshou's mind had gone numb. He could not make heads or tails of it.
"Have you considered it?"
The masked man who had tipped back his head to drink seemed not to care about his image at all. After draining the final drop from the gourd, he tossed it backward to Cen Qiaofu, wiped his mouth, and lowered his mask again.
"I..."
Xu Xiaoshou was pulled back from his thoughts, but for the moment, he still could not give an answer.
The masked man's words truly made a great deal of sense.
Xu Xiaoshou could not even find a point with which to refute him.
After all, relative and absolute were viewpoints he himself acknowledged.
But could compromise truly be understood as nothing more than a "choice"?
"Finding it hard to decide?" the masked man asked with a smile.
"Yes."
Xu Xiaoshou nodded.
He could see the goodwill the man before him bore toward him.
Perhaps that was premised on the man valuing his potential.
But