Within the treasury, the fragrance of wine grew ever richer!
Anyone who could not hold their liquor would have collapsed drunk just from standing there.
But that was not the most important thing.
What mattered most was that figures lay sprawled throughout the treasury, some swaying unsteadily, others slumped on the ground.
At the same time, slurred voices rang out.
"Haha, good wine! Such good wine!"
"As expected of the Qilin Clan's collection. Wine like this is rarely seen."
"Hehe, indeed! Just a few jars have increased my magic power several times over."
"With the Qilin Clan destroyed, we've certainly reaped the benefits of all this wine."
There was no doubt!
These figures were likewise cultivators of the Primordial World, or even Mighty Experts.
They had moved faster than Gu Changqing, entering beneath Qilin Cliff long before him to search for the wealth the Qilin Clan had left behind.
Gu Changqing's expression darkened considerably at the sight.
"Hmph, a bunch who understand nothing of wine's mysteries, yet you dare call it good wine?!"
"What a... hic... waste of all this Immortal Brew!"
So said Gu Changqing.
Yet his words were neither confrontational nor an attempt to overawe them. Instead, they carried a hint of regret.
It hurt!
It hurt terribly!
The hundred-odd Mighty Experts before him were simply guzzling like cattle.
Streams of fine wine spilled at their feet, yet they seemed oblivious and paid no heed, plainly having drunk too much already.
How could Gu Changqing, who "loved wine as dearly as his own life," not feel pained by this?!
Though he spoke softly, which of those present did not possess keen spiritual senses?!
Even with the wine going to their heads, that remained unaffected.
Thus, they immediately heard him clearly.
"Bastard!"
"Where did this wet-behind-the-ears brat come from,