Farther away, atop the stone tower at the highest point of Quiet Nether City.
A woman in blue robes watched the scene in the tavern and shook her head with a sigh.
She murmured to herself, "You drank the soup I made above the Forgetting River, yet you didn't forget your past. Instead, just as you were ascending, you suddenly entered a state of oblivion... Truly unbelievable."
Had Wang Xian not forgotten his past, and had he been atop the stone tower, he would have recognized her...
The woman who had appeared for an instant when he encountered the divine flower was none other than Granny Meng from the Bridge of Helplessness.
Or rather, she had come here to see the divine flower that bloomed once every five hundred years.
But by a twist of fate, it had ended up in Wang Xian's hands.
Fortunately, Meng Yu didn't mind. Otherwise, the divine flower would have changed hands long ago in that little temple in the secret realm.
What surprised her even more was that Wang Xian, beneath the sunlight, had unexpectedly activated the divine flower after inhaling a little aphrodisiac.
Unintentionally, he had revealed the divine flower's most beautiful side to everyone.
Next, the boy would probably have no choice but to deal with the trouble these people caused.
After all, once the divine flower appeared, it would be another five hundred years before it bloomed again.
Who could guarantee they'd have another chance to encounter it in the next five hundred years?
A thought stirred, and she took another look.
The men and women in the tavern were all staring wide-eyed at the young man by the window, like hungry wolves eyeing a lamb that had strayed from the flock.
She gave a cold snort and waved her hand.