In an ancient city hidden in the dense mountains and forests of the Southern East Domain, a group of demon clan cultivators were noisily drinking.
A dozen or so empty wine jars lay beside their table, which was in disarray. Seven or eight young demon clan elites drank so much their tongues were thick, yet they still continued calling for more wine from the shopkeeper.
On the side, an elderly man from the human race, looking troubled, said to a few young demon cultivators, "Gentlemen, the small tavern has run out of wine, you've drank it all."
"What? It's gone? You old geezer, why run a wine tavern if there's no wine? Hurry and bring us more wine, or I'll pull apart your old bones for seasoning!"
A young demon cultivator viciously grabbed the old man's collar, directly throwing him out the window of the second floor, then stuck his head out and said, "If you don't see wine in front of us within thirty minutes, you know the consequences yourself!"
"Grandfather..."
