"Senior Sister, how am I supposed to live without you?"
Amid his anguished wails, "Li Ping" carried a jar of spirit wine and unwittingly flew out of the sect, arriving deep in the mountains.
He had confessed to his senior sister, hoping to become her Dao companion, only for her to reject him without hesitation. That scene had seared itself into his mind, becoming an eternal ache in his heart.
He leaped onto a large bluish stone and sat there wailing and gulping down spirit wine. Before long, he was drunk.
In truth, cultivators had magic power protecting their bodies and would not get drunk no matter how much they drank.
But he was utterly disheartened at that moment. Rather than circulate his magic power, he let the alcohol spread through his blood, leaving him dazed and muddled.
He still remembered going to Cloudsand Lake just over half a month earlier to gather spirit materials for a sect mission. He had accidentally entered the territory of a first-tier middle-grade demon beast and nearly met his end in its jaws.
Fortunately, his senior sister had passed by, killed the beast, and saved him.
Afterward, she had even gone to the trouble of helping him search the lake for spirit materials. Only after he finished his mission had she escorted him out of the dangerous area.
He had been a wandering beggar as a child, suffering every hardship on the streets and enduring the scorn of the world. Only when someone happened to discover that he had a spirit root had he been able to enter the sect and embark upon the Immortal Dao.
No one had ever cared for him or treated him as kindly as his senior sister.
He had fallen deeply in love with her as a result, leading