Floating Life Drunk

"Cheers!"

The rogue cultivator called Old Liu responded with hearty enthusiasm, but then his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he said in a low voice:

"Old Zheng, who knows how much longer we Lower Three Realms rogue cultivators can stay alive?"

The rogue cultivator in the light-brown Daoist robe was the one called Old Zheng.

"Who can say?"

Old Zheng sighed, then lifted his head to gaze at the still-bright sky.

"I only got back from the Southern Region last month. Things are already quite serious over there, and that crack in the sky... it just keeps moving north."

"What do you mean?"

Old Liu asked.

"If things go on like this, then at most a hundred years, and at least a dozen, that crack will probably spread right above the Beiguan River Ferry Crossing."

After a moment of silence, Old Zheng answered.

"Old Zheng, while we still have time, make as many Spirit Stones as you can."

Old Liu said:

"Then go lie low in the Eastern Region. I hear the crack still shows no sign of spreading eastward."

"I'll think it over."

Old Zheng nodded.

"Then I won't keep you. See you tonight at Danlan Tower!"

Danlan Tower was a tavern at the Beiguan River Ferry Crossing, much loved by the cultivators who passed through. It gathered immortal wines and delicacies brewed and prepared throughout the five regions and eight wildernesses of Chenping Continent, making it the first choice for ferry-crossing rogue cultivators and even cultivators of Beiguan Sect when entertaining guests.

After saying that, the rogue cultivator in the light-brown Daoist robe turned around and started walking again.

But the instant he turned, what appeared before his eyes was a patch of dilapidated gray.

As if he had walked straight into a wall, the rogue cultivator in the