"..."
Master Pang held the wine cup, looking at the spiritual wine inside, and suddenly laughed: "I've fallen into your trap."
"Hmm?"
"This wine is good, I'm actually planning to buy a few jars to take home."
Meanwhile, Yan Wushuang was holding a skewered grilled fish, took a big bite, and said nonchalantly, "What kind of trap is this? In Tianhe... in other sects, where is there a Sect Leader willing to put in this kind of effort?"
As he said this, the others couldn't help but turn their gaze towards the son of the Tianhe Sect Leader Yan.
Yan Wushuang, now at the Nascent Soul level as well, was familiar with everyone and naturally not intimidated. Instead, he said, "In the Xuanwei Realm, where do you find Sect Leaders fighting fiercely while disciples indulge for free?"
"Looking at these disciples, they'd rather you, Zheng Fa, give Haori Mountain another beating."
