"Returning to one's true nature... at the very least, the Longevity Realm!" Lu Chen's heart tightened.
"Hehe, what's a little brat from the Shadow Council sneaking around the outskirts of Dragon Head Peak for? Cooking up some mischief again?" The drunken old man let out a wine-soaked belch and asked lazily.
The Shadow Council assassin's eyes filled with fear. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Drunkard! This has nothing to do with you! When the Shadow Council acts, you'd best not stick your nose into our business!"
"Drunkard?" Lu Chen's thoughts stirred. He recalled the intelligence provided by the Sixth Prince: within Great Xia was a senior Rogue Cultivator who wandered through the mortal world, loved the cup, and possessed unfathomable strength. Known as the "Drunkard," he came and went without a trace, neither wholly righteous nor wholly evil. Lu Chen had never expected him to have entered the Azure Dragon Secret Realm as well.
"Hic... what the hell is the Shadow Council?" Drunkard picked at his ear, utterly unconcerned. "This old man doesn't like the look of you skulking about, so I feel like meddling. What about it?"
"You!" The assassin was furious, yet he did not dare make a move. At his peak, he might have been able to contend with Drunkard for a while. But grievously wounded as he was now, he was no match at all.
"Hand over your identity token. And tell this old man—what exactly did you come in here to do this time? What's inside Dragon Head Peak?" Drunkard narrowed his eyes. His tone remained casual, but an invisible pressure had already enveloped the assassin.
The assassin's expression shifted repeatedly, clearly weighing his options. Handing over the token meant exposing more information about the Council, but if he refused to speak, this old monster