157 Breaking the Balance of Power in the World

The night sky was cold.

Lu Fan was sitting in his wheelchair. The Thousand Blades Chair, glistening with a brilliant sheen under the moonlight, was as stunning as a top-grade work of art.

Oppressive energy was spreading on the second floor of the pavilion. Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao felt their hearts sank.

Was Young Master irritated by those black shadows they had released from the central palace?

Young Master surprisingly acted in person. Those black shadows could not be good news.

The wheelchair turned. Lu Fan faced Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao.

He waved his sleeve lightly.

The bronze liquor cups filled with the warm green plum wine instantly flew toward Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing from the nanmu table.

"Drink some wine. Relax."

"You should have seen the battle between ancient cultivators and those Alien Evil Spirits?"

Xie Yunling, who was studying formations with his eyes shut, suddenly opened his eyes.