The Mountain God's Wine

Pan Long searched the room for a while. Only after finding no trace of an intruder did he conclude that he probably really had met the Mountain God of Mount Lu.

Entering someone else's dream and delivering an object was definitely beyond any ordinary Sorcerer.

Dreaming was nothing special. Plenty of ghosts could do that, let alone Sorcerers. But transporting a physical object was an extraordinary power. Think about it: if you could do that and wanted someone dead, you wouldn't need to make a fuss. Just transport a long needle to their bedside in the dead of night and drive it straight into their skull. Done.

He had never heard of anyone killing that way, which probably meant very few Sorcerers possessed such an ability.

How did he find me?

Pan Long sat on the bed, frowning in thought.

He had been discreet, and he didn't think he had left any clues. Even if some expert could read those Warriors' memories, they were unlikely to find any trace of him there.

How had the Mountain God of Mount Lu picked him out of the vast sea of people?

Pan Long couldn't figure it out.

Could Immortals and Buddhas truly possess powers so inconceivable?

And was this Mountain God of Mount Lu one of the Immortals and Buddhas?

The more he thought about it, the less he understood. At last he sighed and set the questions aside.

As for the Gourd Longevity Spirit Wine, he did not drink it immediately.

He still couldn't be entirely sure who this expert was. Even if it really was the Mountain God of Mount Lu, and the Longevity Spirit Wine was genuine, that didn't mean it was safe.

According to the stories, this mountain god liked to stir up trouble. Pan Long might have