Ximen Dingjun's tent was as huge as the tent generals used during ancient times. There was large bed inside and even a desk and furniture to match. It could easily fit a dozen of people and there would still be room to wiggle.
"Mr. Chen! You're finally here!"
Ximen Dingjun was sitting on a gold throne in the center of the tent.
Standing to next to him was the old bodyguard disguised as a young man with cultivation equivalent to a demigod.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Ninth Young Lord!" Chen Xiaobei produced a small bottle and said,
"This is the special secret medicinal wine that I have prepared. It will take effect immediately after you drink it!"
"Alright! If it really is that miraculous, I will reward you!" Ximen Dingjun gave the old man a look.
The old man then came forward to receive the bottle. He opened it, took a whiff, and then dipped a fine, long, needle into the bottle.
