Jiu Zhenjun managed a wry smile on his face. He certainly wanted to offer wine to Chi Yu Zi, but all of it had been bought by Gu Wen and was temporarily stored in his keeping.
Moreover, a voice from Hai Kun reached his ear, "Please, Fellow Daoist, don't give wine to Chi Yu Zi. She needs to exercise some restraint."
Restraint? The sword was already at her forehead.
He wasn't clear on the reasons behind this, nor was he particularly eager to pry into others' secrets. As a mixed-category True Monarch and one who earned a living with his crafts, his principle for survival was similar to that of a Pill Master.
Just focus on alchemy; everything else was none of their business. That was the way to prosperity.
If one day someone more powerful than him held a sword to his head, Jiu Zhenjun would also fulfill all of the other's requests without dignity. They were mere mortals in the Cultivation World, concerning themselves with nothing but daily life aside from their cultivation.
