บท 1383: Swirly christmas tree

The tree was growing, the spiritual energy was raging, legends were being written, and within his heart Lex lamented that he was once again doing something heaven defying, setting an incredibly high bar for others his age.

If his life were a cultivation novel instead, you know, real life, then his skill level would be so high, others his age would never even get an opportunity to try and slap his face. It would be a boring novel.

That is why real life was more interesting, because it hardly mattered who was his age and who wasn't. When one faced an enemy, the talent level, cultivation time, genius level, and any number of such things did not matter. What truly mattered was how much money Lex could make from it, and from this tavern he would make a killing, so he put his utmost effort into it, tapping into the noble and sacred Dao of capitalism.