They cheerfully stepped forward, joined them, took the wine cups, and began laughing and talking loudly.
In the empty valley, the two of them tipped their heads back as though drinking wine, laughing uproariously.
"Those experts from the imperial capital, those blockheads in the military, are truly laughable!"
"Haha... exactly, exactly!"
"I've already killed twenty-three experts. None of them could withstand a single blow!"
"I've got twenty. Three fewer than you."
"We're nowhere close. Old Fu has already killed over a hundred."
"Of course, not all of those hundred could have been experts. Plenty of them didn't know martial arts. That fellow isn't picky—coarse or fine, he swallows it all!... But there's no reward for killing them. He's just got itchy hands!"
"Haha... hahahaha... The Imperial Court's experts are all trash. They'll never be able to catch up with us."
Chu Zhiyuan frowned as he watched the two laugh, trading one line after another and spouting nonsense.
Then the illusion continued. They seemed on the verge of drunkenness as they kept drinking deeply, laughing and talking all the while.
An hour later, the two collapsed limply to the ground, their cheeks flushed red as if drunk.
Chu Zhiyuan could not help marveling at the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion's prowess. Having experienced it firsthand, he found it utterly real.
Though they had clearly drunk no wine, it could make them drunk.
He drifted forward and sealed their acupoints one by one.
Then he glided away, arriving at the city gate.
Ding Huanchun and the others were still guarding the gate, their eyes gleaming golden as they used the Candle Demon Eye to inspect those entering the city.
When Ding Huanchun saw Chu Zhiyuan appear, he hurried forward and looked curiously at the two middle-aged men.
When the four young men using