On the azure giant ship, everyone was chatting idly.
The conversation mostly revolved around matters concerning the Wind Saint Territory or interesting occurrences on their journey.
Of course, when a group of martial artists gathers and finishes chatting idly, their primary concern naturally turns to martial arts cultivation.
Everyone present was a martial arts genius, and in the path of martial arts, each had their own understanding and specialization.
A little over an hour later.
The wine bottles in everyone's hands were empty.
Lih Fengxing, seeing this, laughed heartily, "Haha, no worries everyone, I have plenty of wine here."
"Let's not actually. Too much wine harms the body." Xiao Yi shook his head.
The Kuanglan Sect Master chuckled and said, "That's just something ordinary people say."
"For us martial artists, with our profound cultivation, we are unaffected by even the cold and heat, not to mention a little wine."
