Inside a rather brightly lit cave residence, Guan Peng lounged lazily upon a jade chair draped with Spirit Beast fur. His left hand stretched out flat, its five fingers occasionally twitching as though plucking the strings of a zither. Above his hand, a crystal-clear jade cup floated in midair, rising and falling with the slight movements of his fingers. The cup held a blood-red liquid, and as it bobbed, several drops splashed out. Guan Peng pursed his lips, and the droplets flew into his mouth.
"Sss~" Guan Peng narrowed his eyes, seemingly savoring the taste of that blood-red liquid immensely. Only after a long while did he open them, muttering dreamily as if speaking to himself. "This Blood Linglong's taste... truly steals the soul! Those Dao Sect cultivators really know how to enjoy themselves! Indeed, after dull cultivation, without such spirit wine for diversion, wouldn't one be terribly lonely?"
"Hmph, the warriors of our Sword Domain fight soul cultivators every day, and only then can the Sword Domain remain safe. What virtue or ability do you Dao Sect cultivators possess, to sit back and enjoy the fruits of us swordsmen's labor? Once I seize this spirit stone mine, I shall replace the Xunyan Sect in managing it. This Blood Linglong... tsk, tsk, I'll have to savor it much more often in the future!"
Guan Peng spoke smugly to himself. Though no one was listening, he continued speaking, his faint voice drifting through the cave residence, passing over jade tables, crossing thick crystal pillars, and settling upon the lavish decorations within!
Guan Peng could hardly help being pleased with himself. Sword cultivators had coveted the Dao Sect's spirit stone mines for a long time, yet in the struggle for spirit stone mines several years ago, sword cultivators had gained little advantage.