That night, at the Guarding Mansion in Beiwang City.
Within the great hall, the lights shone brightly as a procession of pretty maids, like clouds drifting smoothly by, brought forth platter after platter of steaming delectable dishes, soon filling the round table.
Seven days had elapsed since Guarding Envoy Ji Yongtai had last entertained Wang Chen and Zuo Xiaomo here.
He had clearly received news of Wang Chen coming out of seclusion and subsequently sent a messenger.
Wang Chen gladly accepted the invitation.
"Junior Brother Wang, failing to break through is common," the Guarding Envoy of Beiwang City personally poured a cup of Spiritual Wine for Wang Chen, saying with a smile, "At the Purple Mansion tier, there is always a higher mountain to climb. We cultivators should courageously strive to ascend, never admitting defeat!"
"I am enlightened," Wang Chen responded, bowing with clasped hands, then he lifted his cup and drank it all at once.
He felt a silent regret.
