Chương 2270: The Twelve Blossoms

"There are plenty of opportunities to exchange blows at the Celestial-Hunting Festival. There's no hurry today," said Yan Wushen.

Yan Wushen extended his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

There were 24 copper pillars in the hall. Each of them was carved with thousands of Dimensional Inscriptions. There were nine million strange beast patterns. They seemed to be only as thick as three people, but their true diameter and height could support the heaven and earth of 24 worlds.

Zhang Ruochen sat opposite Yan Wushen. Zhang Ruochen straightened his back and said, "Since it's not the final battle today, are you just inviting me to drink?"

"Yes, I am." Yan Wushen said with a smile. He looked down at the wine pot on the red copper table.

The wine pot was a yellowish-brown pottery pot and the wine cup was made of the same material.