A night without incident.
The next day, at dawn.
The torrential rain stopped, and the morning sun rose.
The caravan that had stayed overnight in the temple set off once more, treading the muddy road.
Four days later.
In Yongning City, a young man in a blue robe was practicing boxing in a luxurious courtyard.
Each punch and kick was exceptionally slow, but every strike caused the entire courtyard to tremble slightly.
It was after some time that the young man stopped his practice and picked up a jade bottle that was set aside and began to drink from it.
The golden liquid slid down the bottle's mouth into Liang Hui's throat, turning into streams of warmth that filled his entire body.
At the same time, the luxurious courtyard was filled with the pungent aroma of alcohol.
After drinking about a quarter of it, Liang Hui stored the Monkey Wine back into his storage space.
He turned his head and looked at the two figures standing outside the courtyard.
