"No wonder you're the Wine Sword Immortal whose name resounds throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!"
"Such strength and foundations are no less than those of us Ancestral Witches-if anything, they surpass ours."
Zhurong's thoughts were not without foundation.
Out of curiosity, the Eleven Ancestral Witches had previously tried a mere drop of the fine wine brewed from the Earth Dao Origin.
Yet that single drop had set the blood qi within all eleven of them blazing.
The Witch Clan bloodline within their bodies had seemingly gone berserk, refusing to settle.
It had taken them a long time to suppress the wine's raging potency.
Even Ancestral Witches could scarcely withstand the potency of a single drop.
One could well imagine how powerful and wondrous that Immortal Brew made from the Earth Dao Origin was.
Yet Gu Changqing stood before him without so much as a change in expression or a quickening of his heartbeat.
It had merely made him a little more drunk.
That comparison alone offered a glimpse of the truth.
Zhurong clearly understood that even if he and the other Ancestral Witches attacked now, they might have no choice but to be crushed by Gu Changqing.
At that thought, even Zhurong had to remark inwardly, What a monster!
A monster beyond all description!
Beyond his shock, he felt an even greater sense of relief.
Fortunately... the Witch Clan and Gu Changqing were on friendly terms.
Otherwise, merely imagining being enemies with such an existence made Zhurong's scalp prickle and filled his heart with unease.
While these thoughts swirled through his mind...
Elsewhere, Gu Changqing finally seemed to have drunk his fill.
"Heh, as the saying goes, one shouldn't accept rewards without earning them!"
"Fellow Daoist Houtu has given me such a supreme Immortal Brew. I... urp... ought