The Human Emperor had gone to the Northern Region for a secluded retreat.
According to the Old Senior, he might be able to take another small step forward.
This small step would be a great stride for the Human Domain.
Of course, it also depended on opportunity and fate, as well as whether the Heaven Palace would grant them this time.
Wu Wang had done all he could. But at this moment, one puzzle, one question, one confusion lingered in his heart—how much of the Old Senior's infamous thirty-thousand-year-old fake wine was left? Could it be enough for the Human Domain to achieve a truly grand victory, prompting the Old Senior to bring out these wines and distribute them among the Human Domain's experts? To get dizzy drunk each time, to suffer a headache each time—who could bear it!?
"HISS—"
Wu Wang clutched his forehead and sat up from the soft couch. He vaguely remembered drinking with the Old Senior again, then stumbling back to his residence in a daze.
