It took more than a month to finish brewing the jukyeopcheong, Wei Zhongqi’s treasured bamboo liquor.0

This bittersweet yet subtly sweet liquor was one of the most beloved drinks in the Central Plains. Its popularity was such that those on a tight budget prioritized jukyeopcheong, replacing luxurious dishes like meat pancakes and chicken legs with cheaper options like noodles and dumplings.0

Everyone enjoyed it, from tenant farmers to young masters of prominent sects. The head of the Heavenly Demon Sect was no exception.0

Wei Zhongqi paused as he reached for the jukyeopcheong. A sinister energy, accompanied by thunder and lightning, surged in from afar. Not just one, but many.1

Wei Zhongqi’s eyes narrowed. “That’s… Laum.”0

Laum was the commander of the Demon King Baal’s first legion. Although Wei Zhongqi had only seen him once in his life, that memory was firmly etched into his mind. He was the master of the Valley of Six Bloods and the man who had once fought the Transcendent Murmu to a standstill.0

“Baal seeks an audience with you.”0

Laum’s words sent a shock through Wei Zhongqi....0