Inside the suite.
Lu Chengwen sat in an ergonomic chair while Zhuge Xiaohua massaged his shoulders.
Zhao Ritian sat on the sofa, clutching his chest, his face deathly pale.
Long Aotian wore a smile.
At that moment, Long Aotian was riding high, pleased with himself, smug and self-satisfied...
How wonderful!
He had advanced. He had finally become the strongest of the trio once again.
Heh heh, the world changed so fast!
This world had finally returned to his grasp, dancing and spinning to his tune...
Long Aotian straightened his back, his expression grew confident, his tone became carefree, and his eyes narrowed into smiling slits.
"Uh, Xue Ning, go get me a bottle of wine. I want to celebrate."
Hua Xuening said, "Just say what you want. The alcohol in their suite is expensive. Even the cheapest bottle costs over eight thousand."
Long Aotian said, "How dare you! Didn't you hear me? Go get the wine! Bring some snacks too. I want to have a drink with my two junior brothers and discuss a few things."
Lu Chengwen smiled.
He understood. Long Aotian had found his footing. Either he had met someone extraordinary, or his own strength had increased.
Now he was putting on the airs of Senior Disciple Brother, preparing to keep the two of them in line.
Lu Chengwen said, "Xue Ning, go pick out a good bottle."
Hua Xuening bared her teeth. "Master, don't... Tian'er doesn't need it. He couldn't tell good wine from bad anyway. I'll drive to a little convenience store and buy him a couple pounds of cheap liquor. It'd be enough to drink him to death."
"Hiss!" Long Aotian said. "How do you talk like that, girl? I'm the Senior Disciple Brother of the Yan Zhao Sect!"
Hua Xuening said, "What are you