"I would draw my sword and charge into the clouds!"
"Parting clouds and cleaving the moon, I would roam free!"
The instant those words rang out, Ji Ren froze on the spot as though struck by lightning.
"Is that... Master Changqing?!"
He cried out instinctively.
Indeed!
Who but his own Master Changqing could possess such an arrogant, unrestrained tone, such carefree, unfettered verses?
No wonder Ji Ren was so surprised.
After all, throughout those endless years, Gu Changqing had rarely taken the initiative to appear among the humans.
Even when he had founded the Mount Shu Sword Sect in the past, he had only come for the "fine wine" here.
Why had he come to Mount Shu of his own accord today?
Meanwhile, upon hearing Ji Ren's startled cry, the disciples of Mount Shu erupted into an uproar.
"What? Grandmaster Changqing?"
"Is... is this the Wine Sword Immortal of the Interception Sect, the grandmaster of our Mount Shu Sword Sect?"
"Heavens, the rumors were true! What a terrifying aura!"
"If he's our Mount Shu grandmaster, why is he using such terrifying means? Is he trying to overturn Mount Shu?"
"Hiss... They say this Wine Sword Immortal grandmaster spends every day dead drunk. Could he have drunk himself out of his senses?"
The disciples cried out, some shocked, some astonished, and others bewildered.
The years of the Primordial World stretched on endlessly.
To a Quasi-Saint like Gu Changqing, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years passed in the flick of a finger.
But to humans with insufficient cultivation, that was an exceedingly long time.
Thus, many of the humans present had never seen Gu Changqing with their own eyes.
That was why some could not help wondering whether Gu Changqing had drunk himself stupid and lost his senses,