Outside the cave abode, several third-generation disciples of the Interception Sect craned their necks to peer inside.
Seeing Wuzhiqi standing there dumbfounded and at a loss, they could not help laughing, though they also found it perfectly natural.
"Haha, look at Wuzhiqi's face! It's exactly how Senior Brother Ji Ren looked when he first became a disciple!"
"Not just Senior Brother Ji Ren! Senior Sister Ao Cunxin was the same back then, standing in Senior Brother Changqing's cave abode and staring blankly at all those wine jars. It took her ages to recover."
"Tsk, tsk. So the first thing Senior Brother Changqing does after taking a disciple is never to impart the Dao or teach them, but... to drink?"
"What else did you expect? How could a disciple of the Wine Sword Immortal not know how to drink?"
The disciples chimed in one after another, their lively chatter full of good-natured teasing and the knowing sentiments of those who had been through it themselves as they looked at Wuzhiqi.
Wuzhiqi listened in utter bewilderment, confusion written all over his face.
He turned to look at the Interception Sect disciples outside, who were rocking back and forth with laughter, then at his master, who had already slumped over on the bluestone and begun to snore, and finally at the densely packed wine jars of every size filling the room. The questions in his head only multiplied.
Drink?
The first thing Master does after taking a disciple is make him drink?
What kind of reasoning is that?
Seeing him still standing there in a daze, the Interception Sect disciples could not help speaking up again.
"Hey, Wuzhiqi, stop standing there! Just do whatever Senior Uncle Changqing tells you. You can't go wrong!"
"Exactly! We'd love to drink some ourselves, but we haven't