“What?”

Xu Zhuzi had not introduced everyone to the Wine God, nor had he bowed or done anything to the Wine God’s statue, but Long Chen was still struck dumb by the statue that he saw. Hence, Xu Zhuzi couldn’t help asking what it was.

“The Wine God that I saw didn’t look like this. In the mortal world, the Wine God’s statue that I saw was of a young and handsome refined man,” said Long Chen, gesturing with his hands.

This statue of the Wine God depicted an old man that could be described as disheveled. His clothes were ragged, and he held a wine gourd as he lay there like a beggar. Long Chen almost couldn’t believe it.

“The statue that you saw depicted the Wine God in his youth. This is the Wine God after he grew old. The Wine God roams the nine heavens, and we don’t know where he went. It’s been tens...