Jiang Wang was now like a fish on the shore, slowly ceasing to flop, about to die of thirst.
Even if the cup before him held poisoned wine, he had to drink it to quench his thirst.
So he drank this cup.
Being poisoned to death was a matter for later; dying of thirst was a matter for now.
At the end of Sweet Spring Alley stood a fork in the road.
The left branch led toward the bustling stretch of Liquor Spring Avenue, with its towering buildings and splendid residences. The right led to small liquor-brewing workshops, low, plain houses, and people earnestly living their lives.
Ahead was a wall, fencing in filthy Sweet Spring Alley and its muddled vagrants. A few simple bricks were the most convenient adornment for a city's appearance.
Gu Shiyi went left, Yan Sheng went right, while Jiang Wang continued forward alone, passing straight through the wall.
The vagrants in Sweet Spring Alley had been unable to hear their conversation from beginning to end. Only when they saw someone pass through the wall did they slightly lift their eyes, but they merely took it for a drunken dream.
What was passing through walls? In the hazy world after drink, there were plenty of stranger things!
The wall-passing arts found in certain tales of the strange were only basic methods to extraordinary cultivators. Jiang Wang had indeed never learned them. But at his current realm, whether manipulating primordial energy or directly shifting space, it took no effort at all.
All three of his Dharma Aspects remained in the courtyard Brother Yan had gifted him, studying the classics of sealing arts—Brother Yan had said that he possessed no valuables, and that buying a house and property was merely gifting worldly things to a friend.
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