Meng Chuan sat up and looked at the alcohol jars around him.
After spending half a month painting and a round of getting drunk, Meng Chuan's heart became calmer; it was like an endless ocean. His feelings for his wife were hidden deep in his heart.
I have to reach the Tribulation Realm as soon as possible and find a treasure that can extend Qiyue's lifespan. This way, Qiyue can wake up earlier. I need to work hard. Meng Chuan stood up. Oh right, I created a paramount technique last night. Meng Chuan clearly remembered the scene of him executing the beautiful saber art last night.
He had wanted to create the paramount technique, Infinite Saber, for many years, but he had been stuck at a bottleneck. It was only last night, when he was half-drunk and half-lucid, that he executed that beautiful slash.