Great Qian, Li State.
The black-robed Mysterious Sword streaked across the sky and landed atop a peak of Qi Sect.
Nie Jun stowed away the Mysterious Sword, took out a liquor gourd and shook it haphazardly a few times, then let out a sigh and leisurely began walking down the mountain.
On the small mountain path, two figures who had been waiting eagerly approached with quick steps.
The elder and Mei Xiyao bowed respectfully, "Senior Nie, you must be worn out, do you need us to prepare dinner for you?"
Upon hearing about the turmoil that struck Great Qian, Eight Directions Food Pavilion had also relocated here at the first opportunity, seeking refuge while conveniently preparing meals for Nie Jun.
"Prepare nonsense."
Nie Jun raised an eyebrow and tossed the liquor gourd over, "Fill it up for me."
He was almost fed up.
