"Damn, funny how you remember this so clearly and not other things. Come on, you've got to live it up while you can. Let's go have a drink."
"Alright." Wang Meng really did need to unwind a bit. 'What could possibly be more profitable than opening a Cultivation Academy? The Star Alliance doesn't even need to invade the Small Thousand Realms. Who knows how much money they've raked in just by collecting wealth this way.'
'But there's nothing to be done about it. They're the ones with the best Magic. It's just making me more and more interested in the Star Alliance. In Old Moo's residual memories, the Small Thousand Realms weren't this complicated. It seems time can change a lot of things.'
Wang Meng and Fan Hong didn't go to the Drunken Immortal Tower. That place was fine for an occasional splurge, but not for true indulgence. The result of that kind of indulgence was ending up a beggar.
