When they reappeared, the two of them had already arrived at an obscure tavern.
The clamor of conversations and the continual calling of the shop's errand boys were unceasing in their ears.
Wang Mang felt a trace of the worldly atmosphere after a long absence.
Gazing casually at a spot, Wang Mang's thoughts had already wandered far beyond.
He knew not when his pace had quickened, perhaps faltering, perhaps joyful.
Without realizing it, his strength had also undergone significant changes.
But it seemed he had been too impatient on his journey.
Despite having heaven-defying abilities, he couldn't fully unleash their true power.
Now, it seemed that he needed to settle down for a while.
To integrate all his skills thoroughly.
While Wang Mang was deep in thought, the errand boy had already brought over the wine.
Looking at Wang Mang's distant gaze, Wu Ya placed a jar of wine in front of him.
"What are you daydreaming about?"
