Above the Fifth Throne, Odor barely touched the food on the stone table, and even left the fine wine beside his hand untouched.
"Mister, do you not like these foods?"
Odor turned his head to see a blonde youth looking at him with full curiosity.
"Mister, why are you not speaking?"
Seeing that Odor still remained silent, the blonde youth showed not a shred of awkwardness as he proactively leaned closer and whispered, "Mister, I know what kind of trial is about to take place next. Do you want to know?"
Giving the kid a deep look, Odor ignored the other party, leaned back against the throne, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.
Seeing this, the blonde youth felt no awkwardness at all, and instead turned to pester the silver-haired youth on his right.
"Do you want to know what trial will happen next?"
"No."
After saying that, the silver-haired youth raised his hand and slashed through the air, condensing a barrier with magic to block the blonde youth on the outside.
Hitting walls on both sides did not hit the other party's spirits at all, as he still maintained an exuberant appearance.
About half an hour later, the stone table began to turn ethereal and was about to dissipate.
Seeing this, the Soul Intent Tier Transcendents without space equipment quickly took a few more bites, then picked up the unfinished wine and chugged a few large mouthfuls, while the guests with space equipment stored all the remaining food into their space equipment, intending to slowly enjoy it after returning, or share it with friends and family.
Velin picked up two bottles of wine, pondered for a moment, and instead of putting them into his space ring, used magic to send them before Gnathalv.
Looking at the two