A giant gourd soared through the air. The old drunkard sat at the front, while Long Chen sat at the rear. Deprived of his wine, the old drunkard looked so listless it seemed a stiff breeze would blow him away. He appeared to have lost all will to live—it was truly a pitiful sight.1

Long Chen had wine, but Mountain Lord Qingyu had strictly warned him not to give the old man any. Since this mission was far too important, Long Chen didn’t dare take any chances.0

Fortunately, the old drunkard seemed very picky about his wine. Other than his own wine, he didn’t want anyone else’s. He didn’t even bother asking for Long...2