Chen Lun nodded to the Speaker.
He took a deep breath, raised his glass, and drank it all in one go.
The sweet and mellow liquor flowed over his tongue and down his throat, leaving a lingering mixed fruit aroma that fascinated even his soul.
Chen Lun, now a high-ranking Saint, naturally would not be as intoxicated as before, but this glass of wine seemed like a catalyst, allowing him to establish some kind of mystical connection.
He heard a distant call.
At the same time, Chen Lun saw Speaker Azjiluo, sitting across the coffee table, also drinking a glass of wine, smiling at him.
Whoosh!
Spirituality was drawn away, and Chen Lun did not resist.
He relaxed his body, changed to a comfortable position, leaned back on the sofa, and let his vision be carried away...
It felt like an instant, yet also like a millennium.
Chen Lun suddenly found himself in a lush, enchanted garden.
