The carriage leisurely traveled all the way to an inconspicuous small tavern in the city, where the two entered a private room. Zhang Chen hurriedly poured a cup of wine for Chen Sanliang.
"I've quit drinking now; I only drink tea! Alcohol muddles the mind. I've long made up my mind that I'll never drink again," Chen Sanliang said, pushing the wine towards Zhang Chen, then poured himself a cup of tea.
Zhang Chen was startled by these words, unable to believe that Chen Sanliang had reached such a level, abstaining from alcohol altogether to enhance cultivation.
What kind of deep-seated hatred must he hold to achieve such lengths.
"Do you want to seek refuge with the Demon Race? I've heard your current situation is not good. The forces of Yellow Heaven Dao are spread across the north and south, issuing a bounty on you. And Prince Pingbian, seeking revenge for Zhang Xiaohua, has even offered five million silver for your head," Chen Sanliang said, looking at Zhang Chen:
