"Oh?" Huang Shang was somewhat surprised. The other man's tone seemed to place that person on the same level as himself. He was apparently another Grandmaster-level expert, yet there were only a handful of people in the world at Huang Shang's level, and half of them had already turned to dust. "May I ask who this person is?"
"That person will enter the palace today. Judging by the time, he should be arriving soon," Zhao Gou replied.
Huang Shang looked toward the door and said gravely, "He has already arrived."
"Amitabha. Layman Huang's cultivation is indeed unfathomable. This humble monk deliberately concealed his aura, yet you still detected me." Laughter rang out, and soon a man dressed as a monk walked in from outside.
He was described as dressed like a monk rather than simply a monk because he looked truly strange. His head was completely shaved, and the faint marks of Buddhist precepts could still be seen on his scalp, yet he was utterly slovenly, standing in stark contrast to ordinary monks' concern for appearance. More importantly, a huge wine gourd hung from his waist. What monk drank wine?
Yet Huang Shang connected his aura with someone from the past and said coldly, "You were the one who said my Nine Yin Manual was overly yin and soft, then created another Nine Yang Divine Skill?"
The monk paused, but answered frankly, "Layman Huang truly has sharp eyes. You saw through this humble monk's origins at once. That is correct. Back then, I competed with Wang Chongyang in drinking and won by half a measure. After borrowing the Nine Yin Manual to read, I did indeed have such thoughts."
So he was the Wine-Drinking Monk who had won the Nine Yin Manual from Wang Chongyang, been unable to suppress his