Eighth Prince's Deep Understanding Of The Fist God

At the old wine inn.

Jiang Lan took some time to arrive here.

The road to Kunlun had changed again. As for when it had changed, he had no idea.

All these years, he had never walked this path.

However, the change this time was huge.

As soon as he entered the inn, he heard the Eighth Prince's voice.

"I finally understand why there was no response." The Eighth Prince clapped his hands excitedly.

"Why is it so?" the young man asked curiously.

They had gone there several times and even changed the flavour of the roasted wild animals, but there was no more reaction.

"Do you remember what happened in the beginning? The things we prepared were struck by lightning and had disappeared," the Eighth Prince said seriously.

"I think that's a sign of dissatisfaction. The lack of response following that could very well mean that he prefers those flavours."

"That makes sense." The youth nodded in agreement.