Under the blazing moon and a sea of stars, a solitary flat boat swiftly sailed through the night. Once they had decided to attempt to take Endwood Snow hostage upon his return to the Extreme Flame Sect, Michael and his group wasted no time and headed straight for the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect.
After more than twenty years, Michael's small family of three finally reunited and naturally, they had to celebrate. On the deck, a table brought from Earth was set up and the dishes on it were sourced from the restaurant.
"The flavor of these dishes is quite mediocre but the wine is excellent!" Yang Ling drained his cup in a single gulp. His face turned a bit red and it was hard to tell whether it was due to the wine or sheer happiness, "Today, neither of us will return until we are drunk. Let's drink to our heart's content!"