The astral winds above the Nine Heavens tore savagely at the clouds.
Gu Changqing stood in the void Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, his robes whipping up and down in the gale.
Beneath his feet lay the boundless expanse of the Primordial World.
He cut a supremely carefree, supremely bold figure.
Yet the eternal drunkenness on Gu Changqing's face seemed oddly at odds with such magnificent bearing.
Earlier, he had caused quite a stir at Nuwa's abode, borrowing the Dao of creation to forcibly elevate the small thousand world inside the Chaos Bead to the level of a Great Thousand World.
Such a heaven-defying feat had consumed a considerable amount of his mental energy.
Now was precisely the time to reward himself properly.
So Gu Changqing thought.
Out of habit, he raised his hand, unfastened the Wine God Gourd at his waist, and tipped his head back to pour its contents into his mouth.
One drop.
Two drops.
Only a pitiful few drops of wine slid out of the gourd's mouth and landed on his tongue.
Gu Changqing shook the Wine God Gourd, which already felt rather empty, and muttered to himself:
"Uh... this wine really doesn't last."
"It's about time I brewed another gourd of fine wine."
"But... what ingredients should I use this time?"
As he spoke, he smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.
Had anyone else been there, they would surely have shaken their head and laughed.
It was the truth, though.
The Wine Sword Immortal, Gu Changqing, could well be said to have tasted every fine wine under heaven.
For him, brewing wine had long since transcended mere gratification of the palate and become an art of exploring the Great Dao.
Ordinary grains, or even common spiritual flowers and exotic herbs, simply could not catch his eye.
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