"The Western World?"
A young cultivator rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again, his expression shifting from confusion to shock.
"Am I seeing things? The direction the Wine Sword Immortal is heading... is west?"
"That's right. West."
The senior brother beside him swallowed hard, his voice turning dry.
"Toward the Western Buddhist Sect."
At those words, silence immediately fell over the surroundings.
At that moment, a wild thought surfaced in everyone's mind.
A thought that made their scalps prickle and their blood boil.
Spirit veins!
What else could Gu Changqing be going to the Western World for?
He had come to Kunlun Mountain to take spirit veins for brewing wine.
Then, could his trip to the Western World...
Also be for the Buddhist School's spirit veins?!
The moment that thought surfaced, it spread through everyone's hearts like wildfire sweeping across a prairie, impossible to suppress.
"Hiss-"
Someone sucked in a cold breath, his voice trembling.
"No way... no way, right? The Wine Sword Immortal... he couldn't possibly be..."
"He is! He definitely is!"
An impatient independent cultivator slapped his thigh, his eyes blazing with fervor.
"Think about it! What did the Wine Sword Immortal just say? He said he'd finished his fine wine and needed spirit veins to brew another gourdful!"
"He took Kunlun Mountain's spirit veins, but is that enough? It's not as though you don't know how much the Wine God Gourd can hold!"
"What he extracted just now might have been an astronomical amount, but for that bottomless Wine Gourd of his, it probably wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!"
"So he needs more! He has to keep looking for spirit veins!"
"And the Western Buddhist Sect happens to have spirit veins too!"
Those words left everyone silent.
Not because they thought it