"I... thank you?" Ji'an replied, thoroughly bewildered.
Jiu Zui turned back to Elder Qin, planting his hands on his hips. He swayed slightly, pointing a thumb at Ji'an's chest.
"Listen now, you. This one is mine," the Drunken Sovereign declared, his voice suddenly losing its slurred edge, ringing with absolute, undeniable power. "I am claiming him as my disciple. He is coming to the Drunken Peak."
Elder Qin's face darkened. "Martial Uncle. With all due respect, this disciple has a Chaotic Root. His potential will be wasted—"
