Deathly silence.
An unprecedented deathly silence.
Across the vast Golden Ao Island, tens of thousands of Interception Sect disciples stood utterly silent.
Everyone's nerves were stretched taut, their attention fixed on that lone figure who stood drinking, heedless of all else.
Their master had already gone this far.
He had even admitted his own inferiority.
Would Senior Brother Changqing agree?
How would he respond?
Time seemed to stretch endlessly at that moment, every passing breath laden with oppressive weight.
Sect Master Tongtian also gazed at Gu Changqing. Even his Sage's composure stirred with an indescribable tension.
He knew this disciple's temperament all too well.
If Gu Changqing really tossed out an "Not interested" and walked away, there would be absolutely nothing he, as his teacher, could do about it.
Besides, this would hardly be the first time Gu Changqing had done such a thing.
To this brat, drinking took precedence over everything.
Nuwa and Houtu turned their attention to him as well.
They, too, were curious what choice this Wine Sword Immortal would make-a man who had single-handedly overturned a deadly trap laid by Sages and accomplished the Saint-slaying feat that outshone all the ages.
Amid that silence, beneath the eyes of everyone present.
Gu Changqing suddenly swayed.
He held the Wine God Gourd in his hand, gently shaking it.
His drunkenness seemed to deepen.
His eyes grew hazy, as though veiled in mist, impossible to see clearly.
At the sight, Daoist Duobao and the others felt their hearts lurch.
It was over.
Judging by Senior Brother's appearance, he was already thoroughly drunk. How could he still remember anything about expounding the Dao?
Sect Master Tongtian felt a surge of helplessness and was just about to say something more.
Just then.
"Ha ha..."
"Hahahahaha!"
A burst of wild, unrestrained laughter