One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Compared to our generation, today's young people may be slightly less capable, but they are much more playful and creative."

Back in the day, when they got together, they would at most drink some somber wine, and they always had to be on guard against any enemies who might try to ambush them.

Unlike now, no matter if you're from a reputable sect or a heretical sect, after a few bottles of wine, you're all brothers.

Zhang Tianyi strolled leisurely among a group of strangely dressed people, wearing his purple loafers.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped on a corner.

There stood a tall, thin man wearing a mask and carrying two knives.

Zhang Tianyi's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent, and he swaggered over in a few steps.

"Yo!"

Zhang Tianyi pulled her sunglasses down, revealing an exaggerated look of surprise:

"Isn't that Bull Warrior?"

cloud:"……"

Beneath the mask, a great hint of doubt flashed clearly in Yun's calm eyes.

He didn't say anything, but silently took a step to the side, trying to avoid this energetic young man who looked like a glowing eggplant.

"Hey? Don't go!"

Zhang Tianyi wasn't about to let him off the hook, so he immediately put his arm around Yun's shoulder.

Although Yun was stiff and tried to resist, she was completely unable to move under Zhang Tianyi's seemingly casual but actually iron-like arms.

"I know I know."

Zhang Tianyi pointed at the mask on Yun's face, with an "I understand you" expression, and lowered his voice, saying mysteriously:

"The Bull Warrior never takes off his mask, right?"

"..."

Yun was completely dumbfounded.

Having been in the world of supernatural beings for so long, he had heard countless rumors about him. Some said he was a madman, while others said he was an assassin.

But this is the first time someone has called him... Bull Warrior?

Who is that?

Is it very strong?

"Silence means consent."

Zhang Tianyi laughed heartily and casually shoved a bottle of beer into Yun's hand:

"Come on, Bull Warrior, although you can't take off your mask, you can still drink the wine. It's good stuff."

Yun held a cold beer in her hand, looking at the man in front of her who was laughing unrestrainedly.

For some reason, the cold indifference that kept people at arm's length became somewhat unsustainable in the face of this passionate pink flame.

"……Thanks."

After holding it in for a long time, Yun finally let out a muffled sound.

"That's right! Cheer up!"

Zhang Tianyi patted Yun on the back, then turned and disappeared back into the crowd, leaving the bewildered Bull Warrior standing in the wind, questioning his existence.

Not far away, two figures were holding wine glasses, their eyes never leaving Zhang Tianyi.

"Old Wang, what do you think?"

Zhuge Qing squinted his fox-like eyes, which always held a smile, and gently swirled the wine glass in his hand—even though it contained cheap beer.

"How do you see it? By looking at it."

Wang Ye slumped on the grass, one hand supporting his chin, the other holding a skewer of grilled kidneys, eating with grease dripping from his mouth, completely losing his image as a Taoist priest.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Tianyi was filled with deep apprehension.

"Old Qing, I'm truly convinced."

Wang Ye sighed, "You didn't see it. On the stage, this guy didn't even move a finger. Just one look from him almost shattered my inner world."

"That feeling... is like an ant looking up at Mount Tai."

"Oh? That's so exaggerated?"

Zhuge Qing raised an eyebrow, his curiosity growing even stronger.

"Even you can't see through it? Then I'd better go and meet this Pikachu hermit."

As he spoke, Zhuge Qing straightened his collar, picked up his wine glass, and walked over.

Wang hesitated for a moment, then swallowed the last bite of kidney, patted his butt, and followed.

After all, he also wanted to know what kind of monster this suddenly appeared was.

“Brother Pikachu.”

Zhuge Qing walked up to Zhang Tianyi with elegant manners, maintaining the demeanor of a young master from a prominent family even in this chaotic setting.

"Your performance on the stage just now was truly eye-opening. Zhuge Qing, let's drink to that."

"Hey, isn't this Zhuge the Fox?"

Zhang Tianyi was fighting with Zhang Chulan for chicken wings when he heard the sound, turned around, saw it was Zhuge Qing, and grinned:

"What? You're not happy about losing to Old Wang, so you've come here to settle the score?"

Zhuge Qing's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal:

"No, I was simply outmatched and I accept my defeat wholeheartedly. I'm just quite curious about Pikachu's methods."

"I've heard that Brother Pika's Seven Killings Divine Demon Order is not a known secret technique of any sect or school. May I ask where he learned it from?"

At this moment, Wang Ye also came over, cupping his hands in a wry smile:

"Yes, brother, I'd like to know too. Your Wind and Fire Token almost blew my soul away. Just who are you, some kind of deity descended to earth?"

The two stood on either side of each other, seemingly chatting casually, but in reality, they were both testing each other.

Zhang Tianyi looked at these two top young talents in the world of supernatural beings.

One is as shrewd as a fox, the other as clear-headed as jade.

"Want to know?"

Zhang Tianyi spat out the chicken bone from his mouth and slowly wiped his hands.

His pause made Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing's hearts leap into their throats, thinking that this big shot was finally about to reveal some earth-shattering secret.

Zhang Tianyi pushed up his large sunglasses, pointed to the sky with a deep expression, and then pointed to his heart.

"My lineage... is right here in this mundane world."

"Huh?" The two were stunned.

Zhang Tianyi suddenly adopted an extremely serious expression and said earnestly:

"You guys think too much and practice too many different things."

"What Qimen Bagua, what Samadhi True Fire, all that fancy stuff."

"The true path lies right here in this dazzling world, right here in this pulsating music."

As she spoke, Zhang Tianyi suddenly started shaking her leg on the spot, her pink polo shirt trembling with the rhythm:

"As long as your heart is wild enough, anywhere can be your stage. As long as you rock fast enough, sadness can't catch up with you."

"This is my way—the way of social dancing."

"..."

Zhuge Qing's smile froze.

Wang Ye almost dropped the beer in his hand.

This is the so-called "social dance"!

Is this guy trying to fool us?

But ironically, the natural ease and harmony with nature that Zhang Tianyi exuded when he said those words made them feel...

Could this be real?!

"Hahahaha! Just kidding!"

Seeing the constipated expressions on their faces, Zhang Tianyi suddenly burst out laughing, grabbed one of their necks with each arm, and pulled so hard that they couldn't break free.

"Don't spend all your time frowning and thinking about those trivial things."

"Drink today, for tomorrow we may die."

"Come on! Drink up! If anyone doesn't drink themselves into a stupor today, they're not giving me any face!"

"God is right!!"

Zhang Chulan, who had been serving him like a eunuch, suddenly came over with great insight.

He held up a bottle of wine, his face flushed, and loudly echoed:

"Master Wang, Brother Zhuge, my Lord Tian is a reclusive master! Don't try to guess what a master is thinking; you'll never figure it out!"

"Come on, it's all in the wine! Cheers!"

Zhang Chulan's use of "Heavenly Lord" came out extremely smoothly.

It both appeared friendly and cleverly concealed the shocking identity of the second master of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

To outsiders, it might just sound like "Brother Tian" or some kind of honorific title.

Wang Ye looked at Zhang Chulan's worthless expression, then glanced at Zhang Tianyi, who was laughing carefree beside him.

He suddenly sighed, and his tense nerves inexplicably relaxed.

"Got it."

Wang Ye raised his bottle and tapped it against Zhang Tianyi's: