Xu Zimo accepted the Immortal Brewed Wine, then said, "I'll owe you a favor. If you need anything in the future, you can come find me."
After saying that, he smiled at Zhou Ming. "I won't stay any longer. Until we meet again."
Zhou Ming smiled and nodded.
Xu Zimo was just about to leave when the Golden Wheel Crown Prince, who had been currying favor at the side, approached him.
"Brother Daoist, I too am fond of Immortal Brewed Wine. Might you bear the pain of parting with it?"
"Are we very familiar?" Xu Zimo glanced at him and replied blandly.
"My father will soon be preaching the Dao at Tan Di Peak. Won't you even give him this much face?" Seeing that Xu Zimo looked unfamiliar with him, the Golden Wheel Crown Prince assumed he did not know who he was.
So he emphasized his identity once more.
"Your father preaching the Dao is your father's business," Xu Zimo replied calmly.
"I'm not your father. There's no need to tell me."
"Impudent! You dare speak to me like that?" The Golden Wheel Crown Prince's expression turned ugly as he shouted.
"Boy, what faction are you from? State your name!"
"A Rogue Cultivator," Xu Zimo replied.
"Apologize to me right now. I may consider sparing your life," the Golden Wheel Crown Prince snorted coldly.
He looked at Xu Zimo with arrogant eyes and said, "Otherwise, I'll make sure you can't even walk out of this Ten Thousand Ancient Tower."
Boom!
The instant the Golden Wheel Crown Prince's words fell, his entire body was sent flying.
His figure slammed heavily into a nearby pillar.
The pillar, along with the tables and chairs beside it, shattered into pieces.
Everyone who had been discussing the Dao was instantly drawn over.
"What happened?"