Unbeknownst to them, Zheng Qing and his friends had been upstairs for quite a long time.
Xin Fat Man and Zhang Ji Xin had been at it at the wine table for over ten rounds, and it was still anyone's game.
Through the tiny skylight slanting above, they could see the stars in the sky winking dimly.
The fireflies had slowly adjusted to the young wizards' antics, and the light falling from the Dragonblood Vine had returned to its original stability and brightness.
The Wandering Wizard leaned against the small bar, leisurely sipping 'Time of Flowing Gold.' He watched as the young men debated over what amulets to choose, laughing at their heated discussions.
However, after Zhang Ji Xin had taken the Flying Centipede, they hadn't chosen a new amulet.
Everyone already had an amulet, and they had a thorough discussion with the shop owner.
It was time to leave.
Zheng Qing stood up, hesitated, and looked at his companions.