"Indeed. That would make it more challenging.
With a sword hanging over our heads, ready to fall at any moment, we could never afford to relax."
Guo Xiang appeared on the Back Mountain, muttering to herself.
"But why did this dragon suddenly cross the barrier between heaven and earth and descend from beyond the heavens into this world? Could something have happened in the Haotian World that we failed to discover?"
Zhang Junbao shook his head. "I don't know. Perhaps only those two might know."
Aside from cultivation, Gu Hui devoted himself wholeheartedly to business. His ventures grew larger and larger, until he was making a fortune.
Yet money truly served no purpose for him. He either left what he earned sitting around or donated it by the cartload whenever disaster struck somewhere in Great Tang.
Gradually, as his interest faded and time passed, his businesses declined with the years.
Even the recipes for those few wines were gradually lost. He had no desire to see them become tools for some prince or noble to amass wealth.
He brewed a little at leisure now and then, enough for everyday drinking.
Before he knew it, more than two hundred years had passed.
That day, Gu Hui lay beneath an osmanthus tree in the courtyard, basking in the sun.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Footsteps sounded, but Gu Hui could not even be bothered to open his eyes.
After all, only a few familiar people regularly came to his courtyard.
"Well now, I'm truly envious of your little life here. Unfortunately, I simply can't enjoy this kind of life."
Gu Hui lazily opened his eyes and looked at Fuzi, whose hair had already turned completely white, feeling rather speechless.
By all rights, this fellow was at the peak of the Primordial Spirit realm