"Can you blame me for that?"
Gu Changqing challenged Jieyin and Zhunti with perfect confidence.
His words left the two even more furious.
Good grief!
Gu Changqing had indeed said earlier that brewing wine could fail.
But Jieyin and Zhunti had merely taken that as modesty on his part.
Who could have imagined his words would become a prophecy?
The two of them had willingly handed over spirit roots and immortal fruits accumulated over countless ages, and even cut off a section of the Bitter Bamboo.
Yet this was what they got in the end?
Jieyin and Zhunti's hearts were practically bleeding.
Just then, Duobao and the others began speaking up.
"Martial Uncles Jieyin and Zhunti, aren't you being sore losers?"
"Exactly! Senior Brother Changqing warned you beforehand."
"Besides, it was already good of Senior Brother Changqing to help you so willingly."
"Now that the brewing has failed, you naturally have to bear the consequences yourselves."
So the disciples argued.
Without exception, every one of them spoke in Gu Changqing's defense.
Yet their faces were full of barely suppressed laughter.
Seeing their expressions only drove the knife deeper into Jieyin and Zhunti's hearts.
"You..."
Fury blazed in Zhunti's eyes as he glared bitterly at Gu Changqing.
"Hmph, since the brewing failed..."
"I can overlook everything else."
"But you must compensate me for that Bitter Bamboo."
So Zhunti declared.
To everyone present, this undoubtedly smacked of unreasonable pestering.
After all, in their eyes, Gu Changqing had done nothing but help Jieyin and Zhunti this time, without gaining anything himself.
What grounds were there for compensation?
Yet little did they know how painfully Jieyin and Zhunti felt their losses.
Previously, Gu Changqing had extorted the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit and Origin Qi of Geng Metal from them.
Now they had lost