Ye Chen ignored Ouyang Xuan and played with the Drunken Moon Fairy Gourd by himself, with a calm face.
Ouyang Xuan frowned. Ye Chen’s disregard meant that he didn’t take their ancient clan seriously at all.
Ye Chen had no time to care about what Ouyang Xuan was thinking.
He opened the stopper of the Drunken Moon Immortal Gourd, and immediately a rich aroma of wine filled the entire mountain top.
Ye Chen was immersed in the aroma of wine, and his thoughts were instantly drawn back to Wuji Immortal Palace, a place that carried countless memories.
At that time, he was still young and no one in the sect allowed him to drink.
He often secretly drank his second senior brother's Xiaoyaozui, and Ren Xiaoyao always knew that Ye Chen was secretly drinking his wine.
Ren Xiaoyao always pretended not to see it and allowed Ye Chen to secretly drink his Xiaoyaozui.
In the past, Wuji Immortal Palace was his warm harbor.
The smiles of the elders in the sect seemed to be still before his eyes, but now they have all vanished into thin air.
He was left alone in this lonely world, walking alone.
Thinking of those strict yet caring teachers, Ye Chen's heart was filled with bitterness.
Endless vicissitudes and sadness spread in Ye Chen's heart.
Ruoxi felt Ye Chen’s mood change and moved closer to him: I will be with you in the days to come.
"Gulu, gurgle!"
Ye Chen picked up the Drunken Moon Gourd, tilted his head back and took a few gulps, which tasted familiar.
No, Ye Chen's body trembled violently. This Xiaoyaozui was still the same Xiaoyaozui, but the taste had changed.
The Xiaoyaozui he had now tasted exactly the same as the wine that the monk Jiechi drank that he met in the starry sky a thousand years ago!
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