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With everything prepared, just before Zhu Minglang departed, a few of his drinking buddies specially opened a jar of aged wine for him.
"There's still half a jar left. I'll drink it when I return. This wine is good, why didn't I see you guys bring it out before?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Don't worry, don't worry, we'll pour one out for you when the time comes," Little War God Yang Bing said.
Zhu Minglang raised an eyebrow.
What did that mean?
The word 'pour,' did it betray a hint of distrust in him?
After finishing the wine, Zhu Minglang headed straight for White Holy City, where Earth Dragon Saint King Lian Chu had already been waiting for a long time.
To say Lian Chu was waiting was an understatement; deep down, he wished that Zhu Minglang would catch a cold and be unable to come, or suffer some accident on the way and get struck dead by lightning.
"Follow my orders exactly. No mistakes, understand?" Zhu Minglang told Lian Chu.
