Watching the scene atop the city wall from afar, Ji Wuming felt a chill in his heart as he sat inside the wine shop in Sword City.
His original intention had been for the old man to take Wang Xian and let him experience what death felt like. So the old man had taken him straight to the thousand-mile Great Wall.
Who could have guessed that after meeting some inexplicable young girl, the fellow would pour them both a bowl of wine?
That bowl of wine was no big deal. In his eyes, it was hardly a treasure. Yet unexpectedly, not only had the girl collapsed onto the ground, even the old man had to sit down and circulate his energy.
It seemed that the old and young pair would probably suffer at Wang Xian's hands today.
Sure enough.
After abruptly drinking a bowl of immortal brew, the old man's face turned red, then his complexion went ashen.
Li Yu, eyes tightly shut, trembled all over.
A terrifying surge of spiritual energy spread across the tower, threatening to engulf Wang Xian at any moment.
But Wang Xian's gaze remained clear, as still as an ancient well.
Earlier, when he had broken through in the wine shop, he'd been caught off guard. Now he was mentally prepared. Even if the girl before him ascended to the heavens in a single step and broke through her realm to undergo tribulation right here—
With the old man there, it probably wouldn't be much trouble.
He was far too familiar with the hardships of cultivation.
It was nothing more than enduring dozens of bolts of lightning. It wasn't like he would drop dead on the spot. Right now, his state of mind was as firm as a boulder, a pillar supporting mountains and rivers.