Inside the palace.

Chu Xian held a glass of crystal wine, clinking glasses and drinking heartily with the burly bearded man and other cultivators, quickly blending in.

After a few rounds of drinks, he pretended to be drunk and looked around, "All of you seniors once followed Lord Cang Song into battle, you must be legendary figures!"

The bearded man laughed heartily, slapping the table, "Of course! Back in the day, with my mountain-splitting axe, I slew eighteen demon generals in a row!"