Let the Great Yan Dynasty Wind Up Its Big Move. By the Time It Strikes, I Might Be a Martial Deity.

In the Inheritance Ground, Xing San stood beside the wine pool, motionless for a long time.

The wine in the pool had grown still again. Its amber surface reflected the starlight on the vaulted ceiling, as though nothing had happened. But he knew everything had changed.

Li Yun looked at him and said evenly, "Brother Xing, this Daoist Grounds was left to you by your ancestor. Staying here to cultivate will do you more good."

Xing San froze, then turned. "City Lord Lin, I want to go with you."

Li Yun shook his head. "You've only just set foot on the Wine Saint's path. Your foundation isn't steady yet. Your ancestor left a Mind Method and wine here. Cultivating here will bring twice the results with half the effort. You can leave once you've fully absorbed it all."

Xing San fell silent.

He knew Li Yun was right.

He had drunk only half the wine in that pool, and his body had already undergone a transformation.

The remaining half, the writing on the wall, the Jade Stone at the bottom of the pool, and the wine's essence that permeated the entire space would all take time to comprehend.

Leaving now would mean giving up an opportunity that came once in ten thousand years.

"But..." He hesitated. "You've helped me so much, and I can't do anything for you."

Li Yun smiled. "You already have. You told me about the Heavenly Gate. That's worth more than any treasure."

He patted Xing San's shoulder and turned toward the exit.

"Take care. Come find me in Crouching Dragon City when you emerge from seclusion."

Xing San stood beside the wine pool and watched the figure in blue disappear beyond the stone door.

The stone door slowly closed, sealing away its ten-thousand-year-old secret once