In the blink of an eye, lightning flashed and thunder roared across the sky, golden serpents dancing wildly.
A streak of golden light shot upward like a sword, soaring into the clouds.
Unexpectedly, not a single bolt of tribulation lightning fell on Wang Xian. The waiter gaped and cried that he was seeing ghosts. This was absolutely impossible.
The white-bearded old man shuddered and gazed thoughtfully at the shopkeeper, Ji Wuming.
Ji Wuming watched the scene in the sky and smiled faintly. "Don't be so curious. It's not his first time... What's happening now is just him returning to his peak."
At that, the old man finally understood. He picked up Drunk Without Care and poured himself a bowl.
After a moment, he laughed. "I knew it. That white tower couldn't keep this kid trapped... He's caught in the tribulation, so naturally he doesn't need to face Heaven's test again."
Ji Wuming lowered his head, took a sip of wine, nodded, and waved his hand.
"Bring the meat over!"
As he called to the waiter, he quietly reminded the old man, "Listen, keep what happened in front of Sword Tower today buried in your stomach."
The old man stiffened, the corner of his mouth twitching as if something had come back to him. Then he quickly composed himself.
The wine bowl in his hands trembled slightly. He answered in a low voice, "Got it. You too."
Ji Wuming thought for a moment, then pointed at Wang Xian. "And don't ask him about it later... At least not until he's grown up."
"Don't worry. I understand."
The old man drank half a bowl of wine and watched the golden light slowly fade from the sky. The thunderbolts had vanished, no one knew where. He sighed.
Then he muttered to himself, "Even