Martial Arts: a Drunken Immortal Dwells in a Barren Mountain, Draws His Sword and Makes a Wish

In the mountain col to the west of Qixia Town, a bright glass house lit up in the middle of the night, and the three words "Zui Xianju" floated in the air and flashed. When Chu Wai yawned at the counter, Han Xiaoxiao climbed over the stone ridge in the moonlight, pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword and stared: This shabby tavern! Glazed windows! Night pearl lamp! Longan gem-set signboard! The system beeps to load - the sign-in system is activated!