บท 287: The Thunder Magic Spell

The next morning, Wen Leyang woke up before dawn to greet his family elders. With surprise he discovered a huge jar that was placed in First Uncle's courtyard. The boiling medicinal wine was enshrouded in thick smoke, a dozen of Wen family's youth was soaking in the jar with their faces filled with agony. Wen Tunhai clasped his hands behind his back, pacing in front of the tile jar. 

Wen Leyang counted silently. He realized that eleven years had passed in the blink of an eye since the day he used the Wang Zai Mantou Snack to pass the tenth year final examination.