A light rain fell in Wanjing City, and dark clouds obscured the usual stars.
Ye Chen sat on the roof of the inn, with Ning Bufan yawning beside him.
Ning Bufan, who had earned 20,000 gold coins today, was in high spirits and bought several jugs of the most precious wine in Wanjing City, called 'Spring Breeze Brew'. It was smooth on the palate and went down the throat effortlessly, like a gentle spring breeze.
"Very few people can remain unchanged for more than ten years, but he is different. It's a bit of a pity..." Ye Chen picked up the wine jug and took a swig.
"Who?" Ning Bufan was slightly curious. He didn't know that this unrestrained swordsman would have such sentiments.
In the far distance, beyond the sky, a golden light flashed, and the bearded hero pointed to the magnificent
