The disciple took the cloth, read the words on it, and then his expression changed.

Then I heard him say, with a hint of anger, "What are you writing!"

Wu Er replied, "Chaoran Sect, Dong Zongshu."

He said six words, and those six words constituted the content of the IOU.

At this moment, the people around turned their attention to Wu Er again. This time, they weren't just watching the show; they were all staring wide-eyed.

As is widely known, one should not directly address the names of immortals; doing so is considered taboo.

Wu Er noticed the gazes of those around him and smiled, "Just ask him for it; he can give it to you."

"You're looking for trouble!" someone in the tavern said.

It's definitely trouble, and not just any trouble.

Wu Er added, "Let's find something big."

After saying that, Wu Er swaggered out of the tavern.

The people in the tavern were left looking at each other in bewilderment. The apprentice who worked at the tavern didn't chase after them, but simply said two words.

"madman."

Calling out the immortal's name and then spouting nonsense, what else could he be but a madman?

Let's just accept this loss; we won't get the crazy guy's money anyway.

Wu Er was unaware that he was being treated like a madman, and that what he had just done did indeed seem like madness.

Besides, once you've had the alcohol down your throat, it's not so bad to act like a madman.

Wearing a disciple's robe, Wu Er headed towards a higher point in the Chaoran Sect.

He neither hid nor rushed forward directly.

Smashing things is something that should be done, so you should at least do it with a sense of righteous indignation.

Dodging and weaving, isn't that just a sign of guilt?

Wu Er had nothing to be ashamed of.

After all, they had been drinking.