"That should do..."
Those few words carried the Wine Sword Immortal's distinctive drunkenness, undiminished through the ages.
Yet when they fell into the deathly silence between heaven and earth, they were no less than a thunderclap exploding from the highest heavens, leaving everyone wide-eyed and dumbstruck.
Look at the lingering mysterious yellow aura around Gu Changqing-dense and vast!
Then look at Gu Changqing's utterly unruffled, unconcerned expression!
For an instant, the minds of all living beings all but froze.
What did he mean?
What should do?
Had he... taken enough?
Or had he already drained almost all of the Kunlun spirit vein?
As though to confirm everyone's guesses, or answer the questions in their hearts.
As those words fell, the great swathes of Dao rhythm, energy, and laws and order surrounding Gu Changqing finally began to settle.
In the end, they withdrew into his body entirely.
For a moment, everyone fell silent again, holding their breath as they waited.
Arrogant!
Far too arrogant!
This fellow was completely disregarding Yuanshi beside him, who had long since been driven nearly mad with hatred and fury.
Would Yuanshi strike again in bitter anger, attempting what he knew was impossible?!
Or would Gu Changqing do something even more shocking, continuing to grind the entire Chan Sect's face into the dirt?!
A long while passed...
The sight of Yuanshi striking in fury never came.
Meanwhile, Gu Changqing made no further infuriating moves either.
He merely reached out and patted the Wine God Gourd, producing a dull thunk, as though he had struck a solid lump of iron.
He nodded in satisfaction, then looked up at the Kunlun ancestral vein, more than half of which had already been drained.
The Kunlun ancestral vein had once been as thick as a pillar supporting the heavens, a soul-stirring