The Treasure Tower of the Dark Pixiu Saint Heir is a good thing. Wang Xuan also felt tempted, thinking about when he could get it into his own hands.
No horse grows fat without night grass; once he seized it, his wealth would double.
The Celestial Demon Realm had three moons: one tinged with a faint blood color, one pure white, and another yellow. They had been transformed into space fortresses after countless years.
"Let us drink wine, for every cup is one less drink."
A tall, slender man with three inches of beard set up a stone table in front of the palace. As a guard, he placed two porcelain cups and a jug of wine, occasionally singing passionately to the moons while drinking.
Though his singing or poetry reciting skills were indeed not high.
"Senior Brother Li Zuige, why are you drinking here alone?" Wang Xuan approached and asked. This person was the big master's disciple and had been in the Star Lord position for over a decade.
