shockingIf so, the mysterious young master from the black market truly reached the supreme realm of the ultimate state of "Earth's Extremity," then the shock would be even greater. It is estimated th...Early morning, by the lake, willows shrouded in smoke.

The drunkard's hair was messy and his face looked terrible. He sat at a stone table by the willow tree.

Two large white geese arrogantly thrust their necks forward, hissing at him and demanding food.

"Get lost! All you do is eat, I'll stew you eventually." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"Oh! Oh!"

Two large white geese were unafraid, calling incessantly.

The drunkard grew impatient and kicked them into the lake, followed by another tirade of insults.

It was at this moment that Zhang Ruochin walked into the manor.

The rumors stand aside, surrounded by divine light like mist, her delicate form hazy and indistinct. She transmits a voice to Zhang Ruochin: "Master's mood is not good, don't provoke him."

The drunkard glared, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, “Who’s in a bad mood I’m fine, better than anyone.”

"Proceed with caution."

"Rumors warned him, and he quickly left."

Zhang Ruochin regretted it!

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come.

Even gods with spiritual power exceeding eighty levels were intimidated, and this was his own direct disciple. It is said that people who like to drink, once drunk, do not recognize even their closest relatives.

Looking at the drunkard's appearance, it's clear he's had quite a bit to drink. It's unclear if he's even fully conscious anymore

Zhang Ruochin dared not gamble, following the rumors closely and preparing to leave.

With a shout of "Come here," Zhang Ruochin only felt the wind raging around him, and his body being pulled.

When Zhang Ruochin stopped, he found himself sitting on a stone bench. Just as he was about to get up, a wrinkled hand pressed down on his shoulder, causing his bones to ache throughout his body.

Their hand movements were completely lacking in restraint.

Zhang Ruochin secretly cried out in his heart, catching a strong whiff of alcohol from his nose.

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The drunkard leaned in almost to his ear and said, "Come on, spill it!"

Zhang Ruochin cautiously asked, "What do you mean"

"Come on, speak up!" the drunkard said.

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Zhang Ruochin couldn't bear the force pressing on his shoulders. He wanted to move his body, but he discovered that the entire space-time was frozen, and he couldn't move at all!

"Well said! In the past, I was unaware of your esteemed status. I deeply apologize for any offenses caused. Please forgive me."

"Did you want me to say this"

The drunkard's eyes widened, staring intently at Zhang Ruochin from close range, his hair even drooping onto Zhang Ruochin's face.

Zhang Ruochin became more cautious and asked, "Senior, what do you want me to say"

"Of course, the question is what to do with the vast armies of the Heavenly Court's thirteen realms And how to deal with the gods from the Hell Realm outside the boundaries" The drunkard released his palm, sat across from Zhang Ruochin, picked up the wine pot, and took a sip.

Zhang Ruochin looked over in surprise.

"You think I'm really drunk"

Zhang Ruochin's pressure eased a lot, but looking at the Drunkard, he didn't seem particularly sober. He still spoke cautiously and said, "This junior is just an outsider, for such matters, I believe senior has already made a decision."

"As for my identity, I'm not someone to be trifled with. Even facing the heavens and hells, I wouldn't bat an eyelid. You want me to handle this Where would I put my face"ang Ruichen on the distant battle stage. His eyes held a sinister glint.Finally, his gaze fell on the chess piece in Zhang Ruochin's hand, a look of surprise on his face.A cackle like that of a raven...