"Velin, it had been a year since we last met."
Her gentle tone was still as healing as ever, just like when they had first met.
"Alright, sit down. Let's have a drink."
Krell eagerly brought out the fine wine he had "taken" from his father and poured each of them a cup.
Its rich fragrance filled the entire tent, intoxicating them as they breathed in the aroma.
"Let's have a toast first."
Velin raised his cup, clinked glasses with the other two, and drained it in one gulp.
The potent force instantly knocked all three of them to the ground, where they slept sprawled across the carpet without a shred of dignity.
The drinking party ended before it had even begun.
The three of them instinctively began circulating their Breathing Techniques. Their cultivation speed increased by dozens of times, gradually creating a siphoning effect as Mana Energy from other areas continuously gathered here.
At that moment, inside the central command tent of the Middle Army at Baxia Great Camp, Burborn, commander of the Sailop Legion, suddenly stood up. Noticing the strange phenomenon in the distance, he rushed out at once.
More than a dozen Soul Intent grade experts hovered above Krell's tent, curious about what was happening inside.
Upon seeing Burborn, everyone bowed in greeting.
The familiar scent of wine told him everything without a second thought. That unfilial brat had stolen his medicinal wine.
"Disperse. My son is cultivating."
The other Soul Intent grade experts exchanged glances before eventually leaving.
Since it had already happened, Burborn ordered people to seal off the surrounding area and forbid anyone from approaching.
"Don't get angry. Don't get angry."
Burborn suppressed the fury in his heart, repeatedly reminding himself that this was his son, not someone else.
Over the next three days,