Despite a group of law enforcement cultivators arriving, Chu Xuan calmly drank the "Drunken Immortal Brew," while Qingqing lowered her head and ate in small bites, without the panicked look of a mouse meeting a cat.
The leading law enforcement cultivator didn't even glance over there, instead, he stared intensely at the middle-aged loose cultivator and said in a deep voice:
"He Danian, I ask you, did you spread rumors publicly in Flying Heaven Tower, damaging the reputation of the righteous sects? Is there such a thing?"
The loose cultivator, called He Danian, immediately changed his expression, "I, it's not, I didn't."
"Don't make random accusations, which righteous sect did I discredit?"
"I was just having some drinks with friends, saying some drunken words, and you want to interfere? Isn't that too overbearing?"
