I’m afraid that Dacheng Xuanjun can’t stand it if he drinks a jar?

Bai Ye frowned and walked up the steps. He saw that the entire fifth floor had been filled with a large number of complete and incomplete wine jars.

The ground is filled with wine.

The smell in the air is particularly strange.

And in the corner, a drunk figure was holding the wine jar and fell asleep.

The figure was ragged, unkempt, and disheveled, and was afraid that the beggar would be cleaner than him.

"Who is this?" Bai Ye asked staring at the figure.

"This is the elder of our Soul Martial Arts Hall, Ying Jiuyue!" Zhao Li said hoarsely with breath.

"What?"

Bai Ye was shocked: "Elder of the Soul Martial Hall? He...what is going on?"

"What else can happen?" Zhao Li found a clean place, sat on the ground, and smiled, "Isn't this drunk?"

"But..." Bai Ye wanted to speak but stopped, but didn't know what to ask.

Everything was puzzled by him.

But Zhao Li smiled and said, "Junior brother, I know you have many problems. Now, I will tell you one by one! Let's start with this elder... Do you know how long our elders have been drunk?"

"how long?"

"A full 30,000 years!" Zhao Li said with a smile.

Bai Ye's pupils shrank, and the man stared at the figure for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "I can't see through his cultivation level. The elder's strength and soul realm should be extremely terrifying!"

"Ha, that's of course." Zhao Li chuckled: "Our elder is currently ranked 17th in the sect, but you have to know that before he was drunk, how could his cultivation be low in the chief elder of our sect?"

"Chief Elder?" Bai Ye was stunned.
Chapter completed!