Clang!
The three bronze wine cups lightly clinked together. Then they tipped their heads back, draining a cup of century-aged brew.
Chen Fan had not drunk wine in a long time. At that moment, he felt a warmth flow through his entire body, leaving him immensely comfortable.
Old Yellow Tooth smacked his lips, set down his cup, narrowed his eyes, and shook his head. "This time's ceremony brought both bad news and good news. Which do you want to hear first?"
"Damn it, of course we hear the good news first." Bald Bird tipped back another cup of wine and said carelessly.
"The good news is that we went to the Immortal Sect a few days ago. Their Sect Master specifically ended his seclusion, carrying a stone stele, and made a round trip to the western sea in merely a few hours. He completely sealed the Bronze Hall beneath the sea, ensuring there will be no major calamity for five hundred years." As Old Yellow Tooth spoke, he raised his cup and drained it in one gulp, utterly bold and forthright.
"And that Monster Beast down there could be suppressed by that bullshit Sect Master?" Bald Bird found it hard to believe.
"It was that stone stele that was extraordinary. I heard it was left behind by the master of the Immortal Palace back then. Besides, what lies below isn't a Monster Beast at all. If it truly were a Monster Beast, even if Venerable Kongming, the Shu Mountain patriarch, personally moved, it would probably be useless." Old Yellow Tooth shook his head.
"Not a Monster Beast?" Chen Fan was slightly taken aback. His memory was clear—the thing he had seen then had plainly been a Monster Beast's finger...
"Yes, kid, you weren't wrong. It doesn't count as a Monster