Ling Tianyu changed his clothes, sat alone, said nothing, with only a jug of turbid wine and a few cups. The Tianwu God and others dared not step forward to speak and all retreated.
"Wait!" Ling Tianyu was now looking at a letter on the table, a letter that the Tianwu God had personally handed to him after he returned. He had read this letter.
On the Desolate Wilderness Continent, there are many top forces in name only, but there must be some that have not yet shown themselves. He guessed correctly; there indeed are more.
This letter was sent by one of those hidden top forces, asking specifically to see him.
"Tianwu." Ling Tianyu called for the Tianwu God.
"Bring pen and paper. Write down what I say." Ling Tianyu instructed.
The Tianwu God hurried to prepare, and quickly sat by the stone table, ready to write.
"Gather fifty jin of wild grapes from the mountains and brew wild grape wine with a high alcohol content."
The Tianwu God quickly noted down.
