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After the two entered the room, Zhao Li went directly upstairs.

The house has five floors in total.

The first floor was supposed to be the reception hall of Hunwu Hall, but it was abandoned, with only some debris piled up, and no one usually came there.

The second and third floors are the training rooms for disciples, and the fourth floor is the training area for the elders of Hunwu Hall. The fifth floor is an area where certain items that are not suitable for storage rings are piled.

But as soon as he entered the fifth floor, a dizzying smell of alcohol hit his nostrils.

The smell of alcohol... is so strong!

I'm afraid Dacheng Xuanjun won't be able to bear it even if he drinks a jar of it, right?

Bai Ye frowned and walked up the steps, only to see that the entire fifth floor was filled with a large number of complete and incomplete wine jars.

There was wine spilled on the floor.

The smell in the air is particularly weird.

In the corner, a very drunk figure was holding a wine jar and fell asleep.

The figure was in ragged clothes, unkempt, and disheveled. He was probably cleaner than a beggar.

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

"This is the elder of our Soul Martial Hall, Ying Jiuyue!" Zhao Li exhaled and said hoarsely.

"What?"

Bai Ye was shocked: "Elder of Hunwu Hall? He...what's going on with him?"

"What else could happen?" Zhao Li found a clean place, sat down on the ground, and said with a smile, "Aren't you drunk?"

"But..." Bai Ye hesitated, but didn't know what to ask.

Everything puzzled him.

But Zhao Li smiled and said: "Junior brother, I know you have a lot of questions. Now, I will tell you one by one! Let's start with this elder first... You know our elder is drunk.

How long?"

"how long?"

"Thirty thousand years!" Zhao Li said with a smile.

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

"Ha, of course." Zhao Li chuckled and said: "Our elder is currently ranked seventeenth in the sect, but you have to know, before he was drunk! But how can the cultivation level of the chief elder of our sect be lower?

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"Chief Elder?" Bai Ye was stunned.

"However, because our elder was drunk for a long time and ignored the affairs of the sect, the sect leader deprived him of his position as chief elder in anger. Our Hunwu Hall has gradually transformed from the largest department of the Taishang Shentian Temple to a sect.
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