Gongsun Ce sat expressionlessly at the start of the road.
He had thought that he should have awakened after being pushed out of the shrine, yet reality was not so kind. When the silver-haired youth opened his eyes again, he found himself back at the heart's depths, at the starting point of the seven paths. He instinctively had a bad guess, and a look in a certain direction immediately confirmed it.
Mr. Lan sat at a wooden table at the entrance of the Desolate Form, fiercely battling with a wine bottle cork. With a pop, the cork flew off, and the wine splashed. This odd fellow pulled out a glass from nowhere and poured himself a full cup.
"To our brave warrior who has slain another evil dragon!"
"Thanks a lot—for nothing!" the Superpower User retorted. "I don't even have a cup; am I supposed to drink air?!"
"I wouldn't mind sharing a drink with you," Mr. Lan replied as he blew at the bottle mouth, "but you wouldn't dare accept it."
