anslate!The Thirteenth Princess glanced at Zhang Ruochin in the distance and suddenly said, “It’s a pity! Although Young Master Zhu’s swordsmanship is very high, it's not as good as the Ninth Prince o..."There will be plenty of opportunities to fight at the Hunt in Heaven banquet, no need to rush today."

Yan Wu's divine hand reached out and beckoned with a gesture of invitation.

In the grand hall, there are twenty-four bronze pillars, each intricately carved with countless spatial inscriptions and nine million depictions of mythical beasts. Although they appear to be only as thick as three people standing together, their true diameter and height are colossal, capable of supporting the heavens and earth of twenty-four worlds each.

Zhang Ruochin sat across from Yama's no-god, his back straight. He said, "Since we're not having a decisive battle today, is it just an invitation for me to have drinks"

"Yes, it's drinking."

A smile crept onto Yan Wushen's face, his gaze naturally falling to the bronze wine pot on the table.

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The wine jar is a yellowish-brown earthenware vessel, and the cups are made of the same material.

>>>It looks crude, but Zhang Ruochin saw something extraordinary. Whether it was the wine pot or the cup, there was an ancient charm to them. The shape and lines were in harmony with the rules of heaven and earth.

No matter where you put them, they blend seamlessly with everything around them.

Zhang Ruochen said, "This set of wine utensils has been passed down through at least ten Yuanhui catastrophes, and even longer."

"How do you know" asked Yama, the god of death.

Zhang Ruochen said: "All things in the world, as long as they have been around for a certain number of years, will leave special traces of time. Their surfaces are deeply and anciently marked by time. I've seen quite a few ancient artifacts, but only one or two had traces of time that could compare to these."

Old wine deserves only old vessels.

Yan Wushen sat still, under the control of his spiritual power, Tao Zhi controlled the wine pot to slowly rise, and poured a full cup into Zhang Ruochen's cup in front of him.

The alcohol is very ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary.

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"Hiss."

His body also ignited, twelve phantom divine flowers blooming around him, lifelike and vibrant. Vines wove and spiraled, connecting the twelve flowers together. glanced at Mu Lingxi. She stood there woodenly, seeming lost in thought, her appearance pitiful and forlorn. There was none of her usual playful and mischievous demeanor.Zhang Ruochin coldly said, “I...