Boom—
The bronze gate slowly opened, and Lin Xuan glanced back at Beiwei City before he swiftly dashed off toward the distance.
"Inform the people from the Ling Family that the kid has left; prepare to get rid of him halfway," whispered two shadowy figures hiding in the corner, who then quickly disappeared within the city.
The forest was lush and overflowing with the roars of tigers and the cries of monkeys.
Lin Xuan came to the Primitive Forest once again. He didn't hurry on his way but casually strolled through the woods, occasionally picking a few herbs.
"Once I brew the Spiritual Wine, I should be close to reaching the Ninth Rank of Congealing Veins," murmured Lin Xuan. "Lord of Wine, how about you teach me the art of brewing too?"
"I'd like to, but I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to learn!" huffed Lord of Wine coldly.
"You must be joking, how could that be?" Lin Xuan objected. "It's clear you just don't want to teach me!"