The car arrived at a certain place.
Lu Chengwen started working while grumbling.
"This was prepared for Drunken Elder, yet you insisted on eating it. If you don't eat, you'll die..."
Ming Disha looked into the distance. "It's about to begin. Hurry up, so we can eat hotpot, drink some liquor, and watch how they kill Drunkard."
He took the lamb from the insulated box, tore off the plastic wrap, placed it on the cutting board, and began slicing it.
Ming Disha reminded him, "Don't slice it too thin. It won't have any texture."
"I know! Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian are in there too. They'll be okay, right?"
"How would I know?"
Ming Disha mixed his own sesame oil sauce. "Let's see how Drunkard handles this."
A man strolled into the air.
Lu Chengwen was dumbfounded. "Holy shit, who's that? He's gone up into the sky!"
Ming Disha narrowed his eyes. "Impressive skill."
He held something resembling a bronze bowl in his hand, tossed it upward, and struck it with a palmful of true qi. Buzz—!
The Extreme Cold Shield spun several times before slowly hovering in midair. It rotated slowly as a huge transparent hemispherical barrier descended.
Drunken Elder leaped up, but it was already too late. The Extreme Cold Shield had trapped him inside.
"Who are you!?"
A man stepped forward. "Senior Drunken Elder, it has been a long time."
"It's you!?"
Drunken Elder looked up at the Extreme Cold Shield. "What is this?"
"The Extreme Cold Shield."
Drunken Elder froze. "What are you trying to do?"
"We wish to learn from your skills, Senior."
Drunken Elder snorted and pointed at the Extreme Cold Shield. "Learn from me like this? Isn't that unfair?"
"Senior's strength reaches the heavens. You have dominated the martial world for decades without