Sect Master Tongtian gripped Gu Changqing's Wine God Gourd tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand. Even his Sage body trembled slightly.
This brat... he showed his master far too little respect!
To refuse the position of sect leader so casually before the Interception Sect's ten thousand immortals-where was he supposed to put this old Sage face of his?
Of course, that was secondary.
More important was the indescribable frustration in Tongtian's heart, the bitter feeling of iron refusing to become steel.
He saw it clearly. This brat Gu Changqing was a hidden dragon, a supreme True Dragon whose depths even he could not fathom!
The Interception Sect's future, the balance of power in the Primordial World, even the elusive pinnacle of the Great Dao-all of it might rest upon this young man.
And yet?
All he wanted was to drink!
What an enormous loss this was for the Interception Sect!
At that thought, Sect Master Tongtian's anger shot straight to the crown of his head.
He dangled the purple-and-gold gourd before Gu Changqing, forcibly suppressing the urge to slap this wayward disciple to death as he spoke with an air of stern authority.
Every word seemed squeezed between his teeth, carrying the Dao rhythm of a Sage's wrath.
"Gu Changqing!"
"You brat, if you refuse to take over as leader of the Interception Sect..."
"Then from this day onward, you shall not drink another drop of wine!"
"I shall confiscate this Wine God Gourd!"
Boom!
When a Sage spoke, Words Become Law.
The instant his words fell, invisible laws of heaven and earth seemed to stir throughout the sky above Golden Ao Island, branding the words "no drinking" onto Gu Changqing's path of cultivation.
This was no mere threat. It was a prohibition a Sage had imposed