"That's true, I'll understand once I go there myself."
The peculiar Daoist pondered briefly before tossing aside the Loose Cultivator from the human race. Ignoring his drink, he transformed into a cloud of demonic mist, burst through the roof of the tavern, and flew hurriedly towards Accumulated Thunder Mountain.
"A Loose Immortal from the Demon Race?"
"Is he heading for Accumulated Thunder Mountain?"
"Daoist Changsheng just wiped out a group of demons, and this demon race Loose Cultivator is heading to Accumulated Thunder Mountain? Isn't he seeking his own death?"
The cultivators inside the tavern were shocked to discover that a Loose Immortal from the Demon Race had been among them just moments ago.
However, this Loose Immortal didn't seem to be viciously evil or he wouldn't have been drinking on his own.
At the gates of Accumulated Thunder Mountain, several dozen disciples of Mount Shu stood guard.
