Autumn Wind at Dusk, Purple Robed Saber Wielder-What Rank Are You to Drink the Same Wine as Me?!

Tiger Leopard Hall.

Yang Daohan wore a flowing green robe, his appearance refined and elegant.

"By my reckoning, it should be about time, shouldn't it?"

It was winter, and night fell early.

As dusk settled and its light spilled into the courtyard, he had laid out a feast and waited quietly, speaking softly to those beside him.

"Of course he'll come!"

"In this five-hundred-li stretch of Anning County, when the Three Great Gangs invite someone, there's never any waiting overnight."

"Whoever we invite had better arrive before sunset, or there'll be no need to wait until the King of Hell calls roll at the third watch!"

Zhang Liechen, the Lion Hall overlord, grinned.

"Heh heh!"

"Gold Muscle Jade Tendons—I've heard that those young masters and young ladies in prefecture city must exhaust every effort to solidify the thresholds they force open while tempering their sinews and bones."

"Once they break through, their muscles become taut and firm, locking in the pores and blood qi, which greatly benefits the Quicksilver Blood Bone Threshold."

"But at the end of the day, it's only the first step of the Strength Threshold. With a superior Pile Stance, a mountain of silver, and a famous master's guidance, anyone can achieve it after three to five years of Sinew Tempering."

"High talent is one thing, but reality is another matter entirely."

"If he insists on having his own way and chooses to sink along with a broken ship—"

"With Yang Yan and a few Bone Tempering experts, we can still invite him over nice and polite!"

Withered willow branches swayed in the courtyard. Upon the open-air banquet, dishes piled high with meat had been arranged neatly across an oval wooden table.

The three overlords each faced a jug of wine. Mad Lion Zhang Liechen slapped the