"Alas, Master, who on earth is the Grand Patriarch...?" Li Chunfeng asked yet again.
He tugged at Ji Ruyuan's sleeve, clinging to him like an unappealing, sticky piece of year-cake.
"The Wine-Crazed Daoist... Have you ever heard of him...?" Ji Ruyuan said impatiently, utterly at his wit's end.
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