Atop the Sword Clouds, this pinnacle made entirely of Red Crystals basked in light, scattering a rosy glow that dyed a large swath of the sky crimson, stunning in its breathtaking beauty.
At the very top of the pinnacle, there was a bare platform, made of stone and without a single tree—this was the summit.
The newly emerged Elder Xu, breaking through the clouds, saw two people lying side by side on the edge of the cliff, continuously vomiting towards the cloud sea.
"Blech~~~"
"Blech~~~~"
"Blech~~~~~~"
The alternating sounds of retching from the two left Elder Xu covering his face as he landed his sword on the platform. He really couldn't understand how a Mortal Realm martial artist, having only drank six cups of alcohol, could vomit so profusely.
After a while, struggling, Tang Luo managed to raise his head. His face regained clarity. He took a cloth from his bosom and placed it on his face in one swift motion.