Book 2: Chapter 10.1: Drowning The Sorrow
“Glug! Glug! Glug!”
Bai Qiuran sat on the stairs in front of the residence, poured a jar of alcohol into his stomach like drinking water, then bowed his head and shouted in tears:
“d.a.m.n it! It took her only six years to establish the foundation!”
Jie Yunzi glanced at the dozen or so empty wine jars rolling around in his yard, and said neatly:
“Uncle Ancestor, please drink less …”
“Shut up! Can you understand the pain in my heart now? Your jerk in the Physique Integration stage!”
With a crackling sound, Bai Qiuran threw the jar of wine on the wall, covering his heart with one hand, saying:
“I had expected such a day in the midst of a long time, but I did not expect that this day would come so early. My master’s cultivation level is higher than me? That was taken for granted. My senior brother and sister’s cultivation level is higher than me? Maybe my qualifications are bad. In the past three thousand years, I was afraid to see this day, when I was confiscated by an apprentice. Am I finally surpa.s.sed by my disciples who I taught? ”
He again picked up a jar of the immortal wine which made from precious herbs beside the altar, opened the seal and said:
“Alas, bitter wine enters the throat, and my heart hurts.”
Saying that, Bai Qiuran grunted all this immortal wine worth thousands of top-grade spiritual stones into his mouth.
Jue Yunzi saw that these immortal wines had been wiped out without any effect. Although the immortal wine was not his, there was still aching in his heart for a while. He decided that “see nothing means no pain”, walked outside the door alone.
After a while, the sixth elders brought Tang Ruowei to the peak. Seeing them, Jue Yunzi’s eyes brightened and he hurried up.
“Junior sister, senior uncle Ruowei, you are finally here.”
Because of the relationship between the seniors, now in addition to Bai Qiuran, the one with the highest rank was Tang Ruowei, whom he has adopted as a disciple. Even the Great Elder must call her senior uncle.
“Sect leader.”
Tang Ruowei was very clever and did not hold her own level of pride. She was very polite to Jue Yunzi and then asked:
“Where is my Master?”
“Crying while drinking in my yard.”
As soon as this stubble was mentioned, Jue Yunzi was hurting again.
“Since he came to me till now, he has been drinking enough immortal wine that worth at least 30,000 top-grade spiritual stones.”
“What? So wasteful? He’s too childish.”
Tang Ruowei rolled up her sleeves and walked to the front of the courtyard.
“Let me talk some sense to him.”
“Uh-huh.”
Jue Yunzi nodded in a hurry, gave her a thumb-up by the way.
“Senior uncle Ruowei is so reliable.”