The lingering echoes reverberated through the private room.
It was empty as a wilderness deep in the mountains and forests, with not a sound from the outside world reaching them.
Chen Yi knew this was because Ye Guxian had drawn in the Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi with his Sword Dao and sealed it within the room.
Much like Jackal Du Cang's curse Secret Art.
Those outside could not eavesdrop on anything within this private room, and he likewise could neither hear nor see anything beyond it.
Chen Yi sat upright at the table, staring directly at Ye Guxian in silence.
After what had happened with White Immortal, he did not believe the Mysterious Turtle Breath Concealment Art could fool Ye Guxian.
And indeed, it could not.
Chen Yi simply could not fathom why Ye Guxian had specifically summoned him here.
Was it because his Sword Dao had progressed at a meteoric pace?
Or was there another reason?
Chen Yi did not know. After some thought, he withdrew his gaze, took the wine jug, poured himself a cup, and said,
"Senior, please."
Without waiting for Ye Guxian to respond, he drained it in one gulp.
Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.
Since he could neither evade nor defeat him, "respond to ten thousand changes with one unchanging principle" became his only solution.
Yet Ye Guxian had been watching him coldly all along, watching him calmly pour wine, drink it, and set down his cup.
Several breaths later.
Ye Guxian withdrew his gaze, raised his own cup, and drained it in one gulp as well.
The sharp Sword Intent filling the private room dispersed somewhat.
However, Ye Guxian showed no intention of stopping. Cup after cup, he filled them and drank them dry, quickly