The first cup was spilled onto the ground.
The woman in the black dress, her expression obscured by an iron mask, was inscrutable, but the look on Lou Ji's face was all too clear to Li Junqing.
It was emptiness born from emotions intensified to their limit.
Given the circumstances, Xu Changtian was likely in much more danger than fortune.
Once he finished pouring, the cup was discarded.
The liquor was quite expensive; letting Xu Changtian have a taste was enough.
After all, this cup,
was his last tribute to the boy.
Regardless of whether that guy was dead or not, Li Junqing reckoned he would be dying soon himself.
Because Qian Xi had sent him a message.
She said the Energy Mechanism of the woman in the black dress had locked onto her, telling him to run fast and she would hold off the other party for him.
What a foolish woman.
Where could he, an Integration Body, possibly run to?
