Gulp, gulp!
Tipping back the wine gourd, Gu Changsheng took several bold gulps, wiped his mouth, and gazed lazily as he staggered his steps toward the crowd.
"May I ask, are you the Wine Sword Immortal, Gu Changsheng — Senior Gu?"
The burly elder clasped his hands together respectfully and asked.
"Oh?" Gu Changsheng raised an eyebrow, his gaze indifferent, "You juniors seem to have some discernment. So there are people who recognize me?"
"Senior's name has been renowned throughout the Red Sky Dynasty since eighty thousand years ago. How could we, the younger generation, not know?"
The burly elder rubbed his hands with a sheepish smile, eyes radiating a fervent glow.
This was a senior from eighty thousand years ago, standing alive before them, heightening his confidence in the Spirit Abyss Ghost River.
"Haha..."
