"This... Sect Master Ji Ren."
"Is that man truly our Mount Shu Patriarch?"
"Exactly. The immortals of legend all possess peerless grace and look down upon the ages."
"Why does he look so hopelessly drunk, as though wine were his very life?"
Behind Ji Ren, Suiren Shi and the others asked with uncertainty and disbelief written across their faces.
Hearing this, Ji Ren immediately swept a stern gaze over them.
"Silence!"
"Who are you to pass judgment on my master Changqing?"
"Do not be fooled by how drunk my master looks. Back then, he struck with overwhelming might and slew four Demon Saints of the Demon Court in succession."
"He even severed the head of the Demon Emperor Di Jun with a single stroke of his sword."
As he spoke, a look of longing and reverence appeared on Ji Ren's face.
Clearly, he had recalled those bygone events and remained awed by Gu Changqing's peerless splendor.
His words left everyone dumbstruck.
Those events lay too far back in the past. They knew nothing of Gu Changqing slaying the Demon Saints and beheading Di Jun.
But the humans knew very well how terrifying the Demon Race was.
To think that even the lofty Demon Emperor, who prided himself on governing the order of the heavens, had been utterly crushed by their own Wine Sword Immortal Patriarch!
The doubts in their hearts immediately faded somewhat.
Meanwhile, Gu Changqing had already entered Mount Shu's treasury.
After all, although a formation guarded the treasury, it was beneath Gu Changqing's notice.
He had already picked up an enormous wine jar, tilted his head back, and begun pouring fine wine down his throat.
"Haha, good wine... such good wine..."
"Ji Ren, you brat, you had such a fine collection, yet never offered it to your master.