"Dad... can Uncle Wu... do it?"
Zuo Xiaoduo gazed intently at the misty drizzle outside the window as he asked with some concern.
"If your Uncle Wu can get there in time... he can turn things around..."
Zuo Changlu sighed softly. "I'm only afraid... he won't get there in time. When experts fight, life and death hang on an instant. Even a single second... is enough for life and death to be decided a thousand times over. If help arrives too late, even the strongest expert will be powerless, left only to sigh helplessly..."
Frowning, Zuo Xiaoduo merely pondered, "I can see people's fortune and misfortune, but why didn't I see it this time? I clearly saw Teacher Qin just this morning!"
Zuo Changlu had no answer to Zuo Xiaoduo's question.
For he knew absolutely nothing about this field!
"This is truly too strange, beyond all imagining, utterly inexplicable..."
Elsewhere.
Inside the little tavern.
Jiang Changbin was still trading toasts with Shang Qingyun. By now, they had emptied four bottles of Hundred-Year Plum Blossom Drunk.
Jiang Changbin's eyes had already grown somewhat hazy.
Just then.
Someone's voice came from outside. "Where's the owner? Get us a couple of dishes and something to drink. Having a drink in this drizzle would feel damn good."
The speaker's voice was powerful, brimming with Origin Qi.
A rare flicker passed through Shang Qingyun's usually placid eyes.
The owner's voice rang out. "Sorry, sir, but we're closed today..."
"Closed? If you're closed, why's your door open?"
"Aren't there people eating in here? What, afraid we can't pay?"
"No, not at all... Today, that gentleman inside booked our whole little place."
"Booked the whole place? What fucking rotten luck! A shitty place like this, a shitty tavern like this, and there's actually some shit about