At that moment!
Inside Gu Changqing's cave abode, an enormous pool of wine stretched out before them.
Wine fumes filled the air above its crystal-clear contents.
The entire pool was filled to the brim with freshly brewed wine.
After all, Golden Ao Island was a Sage Dojo.
And now that Gu Changqing had reached the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm, he could wield spatial power with a casual motion.
Thus, there was more than enough wine for all the Interception Sect's hundred thousand-plus disciples to drink their fill.
Yet Duobao and the other disciples wore no expressions of wonder.
Instead, they stood in a daze, their eyes somewhat dim.
"Did... did Senior Brother Changqing fail to brew the wine?"
"Surely not? Did all those spirit roots and immortal fruits of ours go up in flames?"
"Alas, it seems brewing wine from over a hundred thousand varieties of spirit roots and immortal fruits was still too difficult."
"Even Senior Brother Changqing couldn't manage it."
"Ugh... those were spirit roots and immortal fruits I'd spent thousands of years stockpiling."
The disciples whispered among themselves.
Some even wore expressions of agonizing loss.
Their reaction was hardly surprising.
To their eyes, the wine before them was simply too ordinary.
It was utterly unremarkable, without a trace of shimmering radiance.
In the past, the immortal wines Gu Changqing brewed had all carried profoundly mysterious Dao resonances, making their extraordinary nature apparent at a glance.
Even the most "ordinary" Moon Laurel Fine Wine had wisps of lunar energy rising from it.
But the wine Gu Changqing had brewed today showed nothing miraculous whatsoever.
Even the fragrance drifting from it seemed rather faint.
Naturally, they concluded that Gu Changqing must have failed in his brewing.
No wonder their hearts bled and they ached over their losses.
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