"Immortal Lord, cough, do the younger disciples nowadays have such great ambitions?" Zhou Sheng took a few more sips, seemingly trying to calm himself down.
"Go on, continue. Let's see what else can give me a headache." Zhou Sheng stuffed the wine gourd and looked up at Han Muye.
"I promised Sixth Master Qin that I would help him save the Thunder Bandits."
Han Muye spoke calmly.
"Thunder Bandits?" Zhou Sheng straightened his body and glared. "You want to go against Heaven Immortal Demon King, Xiang Tian?"
Han Muye said nothing. Golden Fire hidden behind his shoulder poked its head out.
"Damn, Phoenix…" Zhou Sheng's hand trembled, he unconsciously opened the wine gourd, took another sip, trying to calm himself.
Han Muye shook his head, a green light flashed in his hand, and a blue sword appeared.
"Clear Rain Sword?" Zhou Sheng stood up and frowned.