Such a scene was simply too dreamlike for him.
Not just him-everyone in the little tavern felt as though they were dreaming.
To mortals, a Dou Sheng Expert was a godlike being, yet such an expert was sitting in the same little room, drinking with them.
Even after Xiao Yan and the other five Saints left Ice City, these people still felt an overwhelming sense of unreality. Once that feeling passed, however, many came away with different insights.
After accepting what had happened, most felt that their lives had not been lived in vain. They had shared a room with Dou Sheng Experts and witnessed their heaven-shaking might with their own eyes.
The casual palm strike with which Xiao Yan had crushed a Demon Saint to death would remain in many of their hearts for a lifetime, and might even give them something to boast about for the rest of their days.
But a handful found a clearer goal for their cultivation after that drinking session.
Perhaps they would never reach Xiao Yan's realm in their lifetimes, and even becoming a Dou Wang would be exceedingly difficult, but Xiao Yan had planted a seed in their hearts.
It stirred a yearning in them: This is how a true man should be! Or a realization: This is what a cultivator ought to possess.
As for where their fates would lead, that would depend on their own fortune.
While these ordinary people of Ice City were still basking in the lingering warmth of Xiao Yan's palm strike, a piece of news swept across the entire Dou Qi Continent like a gale.
The lord of Ice City on the Northeast Continent had obtained information about the Extraterrestrial Evil Race and reported it to a Dou Sheng Expert. After eliminating the enemy, the Dou