Dao begets one.
One was the variable, and the variable resounded in Wang Xian's Divine Sea.
"Hold it!"
As Wang Xian listened to his senior brother's nagging, he withdrew the Demon Sword and pointed with one hand at Feng Linglong, who was about to go berserk and fight to the death in the void.
With an angry roar, he said, "This is a fight to the death, not a trip to the market. Give me a moment to rest."
Feng Linglong was stunned by his words, then giggled. "Are you exhausted, or have you run out of spiritual energy? Fine. Seeing as you're about to die, I'll let you rest for a while."
Only then did Wang Xian quiet down. He pulled out the Violet-Gold Gourd, then took out a bowl and held it in his hand.
He looked just like an old farmer who had grown too tired from plowing the fields and needed a sip of water and a brief rest.
Feng Linglong saw nothing unusual about Wang Xian, so she simply stood quietly in the void, quietly watching him... The corner of her mouth twitched.
Only then did she remember that she had not drunk any water since last night.
Could it be that because of this detestable fellow before her, she had become so tense that she had even forgotten to drink water?
Impossible.
Wang Xian tucked the Violet-Gold Gourd beneath his arm, took a sip of wine, and muttered, "Senior Brother, that's enough. Hurry up and leave, or those few women will nag at you to your face."
"Ah, no, I can't. That vicious woman nearly beat me to death. No, I'd better have a drink first to work up my courage."
Glug, glug.
The youth drank like an ox, making Feng Linglong's throat itch