Time passed slowly.
As Wang Zhifan downed half a glass of rice wine, he found himself deeply indulged in this extremely leisurely and comfortable feeling.
But the leisure was mental; as far as his aimless thoughts went, there was no progress at all.
However, Wang Zhifan didn't care about this minor failure, he just felt he hadn't been so relaxed and content for a long time, so he deliberately focused on drinking, treating it as a special outing to pass the time.
Yet, many things take a turn in such unintentional moments. Just as he was enjoying his rice wine, he suddenly noticed the noise in the tavern starting to change, mingling intermittently with Xia Country language he was extremely familiar with.
"That monster... dares to come again..."
"Next time... let the kingdom... catch him..."
"His eyes... disgusting... witch... mongrel..."
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