He thought as he sat down on the rooftop and took out a porcelain bottle from his personal space. After pulling out the wooden cork, he leisurely took sip after sip. The bottle contained rice wine from the world of the Wuji Sect dungeon, fragrant and mellow with a lingering taste.
Drinking, waiting for the enemy's arrival, is the mood of a Warrior.
About ten minutes later.
"Come out, let's have a good fight."
Wang Zhifan casually threw the empty porcelain bottle into his personal space, turned his head, and looked at a spot about ten meters away on the rooftop. To others, it might look like an empty gray void, but he knew something was hiding there, watching him for more than a second.
"You really discovered me."
An old man's figure appeared from the darkness, rising and expanding from the shadows into a human shape, like a mass of black mud.
"It's you?"
