Liang Yi instantly sensed what that person was trying to do, a trace of cold laughter flickered in his eyes, as his index finger gently lifted and then fell again, an invisible force affixed to the white jade wine jar, causing it to fly back towards the fan-waving young cultivator at a speed difficult for the naked eye to capture.
That young cultivator had just detonated a strand of spiritual power he had previously attached to the wine jar but, upon looking up, saw to his dismay that the wine he had thrown out was somehow already tossed back at him.
Bang—
The young cultivator couldn't manage to throw it back in time as the wine jar instantly shattered.
Fragments and the fine wine flew together, the rich aroma of wine instantly pervading the entire hall, tempting some of the old drunkards to take a few deep breaths.
But these fragments and wine did not scatter; instead, they were suspended in mid-air, still exuding a peculiar beauty.
"Stagnation? No, it's slowing down..."
