Ye Xingchen's Dilemma
"Still the same old feeling."
Standing before the sect's Main Hall, Jun Changxiao felt the fresh breeze wash over him, leaving him comfortable from head to toe.
Though he had also taken on the role of Stone Statue Race chief, this place would forever be his home.
"Girl!"
Jun Changxiao called out brightly, "Prepare the food and wine. We're throwing a party tonight!"
The three major races were now all under his direct or indirect control, while Dark Destroyer and the Demon Army had displayed formidable combat strength in the Dragon Domain. This certainly called for a proper celebration!
"Alright!"
Liu Wanshi and the Dining Hall members immediately got busy. By the time night fell, a huge bonfire had been lit and tables overflowed with sumptuous food and wine. The higher-ups and disciples gathered at the Training Ground, eating, drinking, chatting, and laughing.
Ye Xingchen attended as well.
One hand rested on Su Xiaomo's shoulder as he tried to slip away. Looking at the ten jars of Drunk Life Dream Death on the table, Ye Xingchen said flatly, "No one's leaving until these are all empty."
As the Supreme Wine Dao, he feared nothing.
"A'Zi."
Jun Changxiao raised his wine cup with great interest. "You went through mountains of blades and seas of flames, and you've changed quite a bit."
"..."
The Purple Lin Demon King's mouth twitched.
He had trained in those mountains of blades and seas of flames for a long time. Though he had not been given any spotlight, the suffering he endured was enough to make his scalp go numb whenever he recalled it.
Of course.
Where there was effort, there was reward.
Before entering, the Purple Lin Demon King had only been at the Seventh or Eighth Rotation. Now, he was already