Between heaven and earth, all living beings fell silent.
Every gaze converged on that swaying figure.
Saint Jieyin's order to leave could not have been clearer.
"Our Buddhist School does not welcome you."
"Please leave at once."
The words were polite, but their meaning was unyielding-you, Gu Changqing, were not worthy of entering Vulture Peak.
Now, it all depended on how Gu Changqing responded.
Would he fly into a rage? Force his way onto Vulture Peak? Or simply retreat?
The cultivators held their breath, excitement glittering in their eyes.
Given the Wine Sword Immortal's temperament, simply retreating was out of the question.
But forcing his way in would mean tearing away all pretense of civility with the Buddhist School and confronting the two Sages, Jieyin and Zhunti, head-on.
Now that would be quite a spectacle!
Perhaps all living beings would once again witness a battle at the level of a hunyuan limitless daluo golden immortal.
Sure enough.
A moment later, Gu Changqing moved.
He did not rage, attack, or even frown.
He merely tilted his head, looking at Jieyin through his drunken, hazy eyes, and gave a harmless smile.
Then he spoke.
His voice was as slurred as ever, seven parts drunkenness and three parts languor:
"Uh... martial uncle, you are mistaken."
Those same words again.
Hearing them, the cultivators could not help twitching at the corners of their mouths.
Back on Kunlun Mountain, Gu Changqing had opened with those very words.
Then he had left Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi speechless and dug away thirty percent of the spirit veins belonging to Kunlun's ancestral vein right before the Sage's eyes.
Now, he had said those same words to Jieyin.
"Good heavens... 'you are mistaken' again..."
"The Wine Sword Immortal is going to turn those words into the Sages' nightmare."
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