Han Yu's words echoed in the ears of the three like a magic sound.
Honestly, it really left the three of them bewildered.
Liu Zongyuan's eyes examined Han Yu strangely; given his age, having Han Yu's great-grandfather call him grandfather would be taking advantage of Liu Zongyuan.
I'm getting up there in years, and you're talking to me about dreams?
"For example, commanding the world when awake and lying with a beauty when drunk, and things like that."
Liu Zongyuan rolled his eyes for no reason; as a Daoist cultivator, he cared nothing about power, let alone drunken beauties. With no women in his heart, his sword was naturally divine!
Seeing that the other was unmoved, Han Yu quickly added, "Or cultivation rivaling the world?"
