The three flew out of Celestial Sinking Valley on their swords, only to find the mysterious Drunkard already waiting for them, leaning against a dawn redwood at the valley's edge.
Seeing them emerge, the Drunkard, reeking of wine, ambled over with a grin. "You certainly caused quite a stir. I wonder, did you manage to find the [Celestial Immortal Grass]?"
The trio exchanged a look. Song Changsheng took out the several stalks of Spirit Medicine, which resembled ghost plants, and asked, "Elder, if I may ask, is this it?"
The moment he saw the Spirit Medicine, an ecstatic look appeared on the Drunkard's face. He cast aside any semblance of a venerable elder and snatched it, chuckling. "Excellent, excellent! This is indeed [Celestial Immortal Grass]. Only the [Celestial Immortal Grass] that grows in that particular place possesses such quality."
