From within the palace came a weak voice, "Who is the unfortunate fool coming to suffer here this time?"
Just as these words were spoken, there was a sudden clattering inside the palace. The main door swung open, and a disheveled old Daoist, with hair a mess and clothes untidy, flew out. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan felt a slight chill in his heart; this Elder Yuan indeed was also a Nascent Soul True Master.
Elder Yuan sniffed a few times before glaring at Zhang Yan, saying irritably, "Just how much wine did you drink with that old fool Gong?"
Zhang Yan smiled, "Not much, but Elder Gong did entrust me with sending over half a jar..."
As soon as he said this, Elder Yuan's eyes lit up, anxiously scratching his ears and circling Zhang Yan, rubbing his hands continuously, "Where's the wine, the wine, quickly take it out!"
