After the towering palace had been cleaned, the three of them left, panting for breath.
Along the way, all three kept their heads lowered, not daring to utter a word or look around carelessly.
Outside the grand hall, Ancestor Gods passed by from time to time. Whenever they saw one, the three would step aside and make way.
About half an hour later, the three finally returned to their cramped dwelling.
Too many powerful figures had gathered on Emperor Star.
Housing prices in Emperor Star Imperial City were exorbitant.
Although the old man was a Heaven Rank Weapon Wielder, his home was still less than a hundred square meters.
If this were Green Mountain Realm in the Chaotic Star Region, he could have crowned himself king and ancestor.
The old man took out his treasured liquor and carefully filled the cups of all three, an expression of enjoyment appearing on his face.
"A pot of Moon Brew is worth a mountain. In other regions, this pot could be traded for a large stronghold without any problem."
"It can't compare to the Immortal Brew the Ancestor Gods drink. I heard that a single drop can make a God-level powerhouse drunk for a hundred days," Long Qi said.
Like Xiao Qi, he was a war orphan who had been picked up by the old man.
The old man shot Long Qi an irritated glare. "You're quite the talker, aren't you?"
At that moment, Xiao Qi looked at the Moon Brew with a bewildered gaze. "What is liquor?"
"There it goes again. His illness is acting up." The old man looked at Xiao Qi, helplessness filling his heart.
Still, he and Long Qi had long grown used to Xiao Qi being like this.
Long Qi continued, "I heard they'll be selecting candidates to