Sword Mountain, Sword Mountain!

Sword Mountain, Sword Mountain!

Wang Yue hadn't expected the Wine Sword Immortal to be so warmhearted beneath his carefree exterior. He quickly gave him an out, flattering him as he said, "Yangzhou's Jade Dew wine is second to none in the world. Its flavor is truly exceptional. Senior, it would be a real shame if you didn't go try some."

The Wine Sword Immortal had already tried it, but he still patted Wang Yue on the shoulder, pleased. "Not bad. You're very good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wine Sword Immortal vanished. When he reappeared, he was already in midair. He didn't even step onto a flying sword, but simply headed toward Yangzhou atop a shield of light. His posture was quite dashing—if only the sight of it weren't so hard on the eyes.

Ling'er was dumbfounded. She'd thought Wang Yue was going to catch up with the Wine Sword Immortal, so she had stayed far away to avoid disturbing their conversation. But just as she was about to go over and join them after they finished talking, the Wine Sword Immortal had already flown off.

Zhao Ling'er walked over slowly and said, a little embarrassed, "Brother A Yue, I didn't get the chance to greet Senior Wine Sword Immortal before he left. He won't hold it against me, will he?"

Wang Yue handed her the Thunder Spirit Pearl without the slightest concern. Only after Ling'er had carefully taken it did he reassure her. "Don't worry, Ling'er. Senior Wine Sword Immortal has always been carefree. He hates all those formalities. If you'd tried to exchange polite words and thank him just now, he would've grown impatient."

Hearing that, Zhao Ling'er relaxed. She hurriedly examined the Thunder Spirit Pearl and found it just as brimming with spiritual energy as