Qin Chen turned to Zhukun and invited him with a smile. "Senior, why not join us for a meal? We can talk while we eat."
"Hmph! Why do you care so much about him? Whether he comes or not is up to him!"
Before Zhukun could respond, Zi Yan grabbed Qin Chen's wrist and pulled him into a chair. Then she began eating heartily on her own.
Seeing this, Zhukun could only smile awkwardly. Purple light surged around him as he returned to normal, then he shamelessly squeezed into the remaining chair.
At that moment, there was not the slightest trace of a Dragon Emperor's majesty left in him. He did not even dare say no.
He was afraid that one wrong word would anger his precious daughter again and create another rift in their father-daughter relationship, which had only just begun to mend.
"Senior, try the wine I brewed myself. It shouldn't disappoint you."
Seeing Zhukun's embarrassed appearance, Qin Chen could not help laughing. He casually took a jar of wine from his Storage Ring and tossed it to him.
Qin Chen did not usually enjoy drinking. This jar had been prepared specifically for Zhukun.
Long before deciding to come to this Magma World, he had made every possible preparation to avoid being caught off guard at a critical moment.
Zhukun steadily caught the flying wine jar. Without hesitation, he tore off the red cloth sealing it and tipped his head back, gulping it down.
The rich, sweet wine flowed into his stomach, and a warm current instantly spread through his limbs and bones, washing away the frustration and loneliness that had weighed on his heart for thousands of years.
He could not help closing his eyes, savoring the long-forgotten fragrance of wine as a satisfied expression appeared on