At those words, heaven and earth abruptly fell silent.
The voice was not loud. In fact, thick with drunkenness, it sounded somewhat slurred.
It was as though the speaker could not even be bothered to open his mouth and had merely muttered something offhand while half asleep.
Yet that airy remark was like an immense boulder plunged into a deathly still lake, stirring silent, terrifying waves throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
The billions of living beings watching from afar froze in unison.
Their bewilderment seeped from their very bones, beyond anything words could describe.
Some gaped, the corners of their mouths twitching a few times, yet could not utter a single word.
Everyone exchanged looks, staring at one another as their initial astonishment gradually turned into undisguised shock.
Why fight?
He only wanted to drink?
That was it?
"This... this..."
An old Loose Cultivator's lips trembled for a long while before he managed to squeeze a few words from his throat:
"The Wine Sword Immortal... what did he say?"
No one answered him.
Or rather, no one knew how to answer.
Gu Changqing's words still echoed in everyone's ears.
They had taken it for granted that, given the Wine Sword Immortal's temperament, he would strike decisively in the face of such naked provocation and display his peerless divine might.
Or perhaps... dismiss his opponent as a "jumping clown."
But never had they imagined that his response would remain so characteristic of him.
With nothing more than "I only want to drink," he had left the Elder of Chaos hanging?
Of course, in the past, that would have been nothing unusual.
They would even have felt that this was precisely in keeping with the Wine Sword Immortal's temperament.
After all, who was Gu Changqing? He was someone who dared