Lin Dong sprang up from his chair, and the smell of alcohol instantly evaporated from his body.
"That's right. I have to go recover Huan Huan's memories."
As he spoke, Lin Dong was about to set off. As expected of Lin Dong—he always acted so rashly, without thinking things through.
"Sit down. It isn't as simple as you think. Do you really believe your current strength is enough to force your way into the Ice Spirit Clan?"
"The Ice Spirit Clan's chief isn't even my match. Could there be other experts in the Ice Spirit Clan?"
"For the Ice Spirit Clan to have stood firm for so long, how could their strongest expert be merely an Earth Supreme? There must be some old Heavenly Supreme monsters within their clan. With your current strength, do you stand any chance against a Heavenly Supreme?"
Lin Dong fell silent. No matter how arrogant he was, he knew that with his current strength, it was impossible for him to defeat a Heavenly Supreme.
In his foul mood, Lin Dong fiercely gulped down another mouthful of wine.
"Then what exactly am I supposed to do now?"
"Of course, cultivate with everything you have and find every possible way to raise your strength. Strength is the foundation of everything. If you possessed the strength of a Heavenly Supreme and defeated the Ice Spirit Clan's old monster, the Ice Spirit Clan would naturally present whatever you wanted with utmost respect."
"That's right. Everything requires strength. Without sufficient strength, I can't obtain anything, much less revive the person I love most."
Having gained some insight, Lin Dong cupped his fists toward Lan Hong in thanks.
Then he hurried off to cultivate. He truly was decisive and swift in his actions.
As for the remaining fine wine and food,