By the Yellow Mud Road stood a tavern, its banner sickly and limp, fluttering a few times when the wind blew.
The woman by the wine counter, her fair wrists like congealed frost and snow, wore a face steeped in sorrow. "Mr. Zheng, could you give us a straight answer? What exactly do you intend to do?"
The pale-faced, wooden young man stood behind the counter, lightly fingering an abacus stained with grease as he sneered, "What's so hard to guess? Even Shou Chen has become his dog. He's clearly recruiting troops and buying horses, secretly building up his strength so he can vie for the world. If you ask me, Zheng Juzhong is plainly preparing to refine an entire Savage World into White Emperor City. How wicked could practicing the demonic path in the Vast Heaven and Earth be? Sage of Ritual isn't dead yet. But in our Savage World, so long as he's strong enough and his realm is high enough, who cares whether he's a Confucian scholar, a Daoist priest, or a bald donkey?"
Shou Chen was easy to recognize. This Ascension Realm sword cultivator's appearance and attire were both striking.
He wore an Emerald Green Robe called "Shu Jiao Lian."
He carried a sword case on his back, containing six longswords, each either an Immortal Weapon or a Half-Immortal Weapon.
Shou Chen raised his wine bowl, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Qiu Yun, with those few protective tricks of yours, you'd best watch your mouth."
Xiao Yu tipped back her head and drained a bowl of wine. Drinking put her in a good mood, and a good mood softened her killing intent. So what if she cursed Shou Chen? It felt good.
Naturally, the beautiful woman did not dare serve watered-down counterfeit wine