"It's indeed impossible to ascend to Dao Harmony within Branlan," Chen Gushan spoke leisurely. "But what if it's outside of Branlan?"
Yan Zhixing said, "Of course, it's possible! But from ancient times to the present, who could leave Branlan?"
His nature was rough, not noticing the deeper meaning in Chen Gushan's words. Instead, Ho Linglong showed a pondering expression: "Senior Brother Chen, what are you trying to say? Don't tell me you know how to leave Branlan."
Yan Zhixing chuckled: "If this old thing knows how to leave Branlan, I'll give up drinking!"
"That's what you said," Chen Gushan smiled at Yan Zhixing. "Linglong heard it too. Witness it; next time we see him drinking, we'll both teach him a good lesson!"
Yan Zhixing was utterly fond of drinking, carrying his wine gourd everywhere, even nurturing it into his own Dao soldier.
A lifetime habit, suddenly wanting to quit, is no easy task.
Yan Zhixing glared: "Old thing, stop joking; this isn't funny at all."
