953 Hand in Hand

On the cliff plateau, the Drunkard looked up at the sky with a serious expression. He was quite astonished at being cast out of the Wilderness. At the point when he saw it, he was totally shaken by the current state of that person, which had far surpassed that same person's performance in the Battle of Chang'an, and even beyond his wildest imagination.

"Li Manman, are you going to become the fastest one?"

His flagon was slightly shivering in the autumn wind, and an aroma gradually dispersed. The Drunkard's figure abruptly blurred. He was about to fly all the way up to the highest clouds in order to lend his hand to the Chief Monk.