In the dimly lit Tavern.
Zong Shen lifted the wooden tankard before him and drained it in one gulp.
The bitter ale in the city was a fairly decent malt beer.
It tasted richer than beer on Earth and had a slightly higher alcohol content.
Limited by brewing techniques, the bitter ale looked quite cloudy.
But Zong had no issue with that; he had never been a fussy person.
The snack to go with the drink was a kind of fried, crispy-skinned bean. It resembled green peas somewhat, but was far harder.
As he drank, he considered how to reap sufficient benefits from the impending turmoil in Lentax Great City.
He picked up a fried bean with his fingers and tossed it into his mouth, crushing its pebble-hard texture between his teeth.
For Zong Shen, whose Physique had undergone continuous enhancement and whose [Strength] attribute had reached several thousand points, let alone somewhat hard fried beans, even chewing rocks raw would not have been a problem.
In theory, he had long since surpassed the bounds of ordinary humans and was gradually becoming something transcendent.
After much thought, Zong Shen believed that he had to enter the fray only after one side made its move.
Only once the waters had been thoroughly muddied, all sides had torn off their masks, and the game had truly begun would it be time for him to appear.
For now, he absolutely could not expose himself ahead of time.
Otherwise, he would easily become the target of multiple factions at once.
Therefore, the right time for Zong Shen to act would either be at the tournament being held in less than four days.
Or at the noble banquet convening the day after the tournament.
He had to participate as an "outsider."
He even needed to