"Sword Brother is drinking quite fast, isn't he?"
The scholar in the blue robe smiled as he spoke, his voice clear as a mountain spring, entering one's heart and refreshing the mind.
Turns out, he wasn't mute!
Xie Xuanyi furrowed his brows.
His Dao Heart was unbreakable, and his Divine Sea always remained unaffected by external influences.
Yet at this moment... Even he felt that upon hearing the voice, the scholar in the green robe in front of him, with his kind and benevolent appearance, seemed very gentle, like someone worth trusting.
This was a very dangerous illusion.
With heavy troops hiding in ambush at Qixia Mountain, and Nalan Xuance setting a trap for assassination, this was a life-and-death situation; how could there be any benevolent sort here?
"This wine of mine is named 'Drunken Immortal Brew.'"
