As the days passed, Taoist Priest Qingyun and his two disciples gradually accustomed themselves to life here.
Unlike other places, there were a variety of entertainment facilities here, all kinds of interesting things were available, much more amusing than the austere cultivation in their Sect.
And there were quite a few like-minded people here.
Taoist Priest Qingyun enjoyed a good drink, but in his own Sect, there weren't many Cultivators who liked alcohol, and they were usually reticent, always looking for some purpose in everything they did. Even when drinking, they tried to seek culture in the booze, to extract some deep meaning, as if they couldn't freely enjoy their drink without it.
Can't you just say you like drinking?
Is it so hard to admit your own preferences?
If you can't even face your true self, then what's the point in cultivating to become an Immortal?
