Lu Chengwen hurried toward Huo Wenbei.
Zhao Ritian pointed at Long Aotian. "If it weren't for Cheng Wen, I'd beat you to death!"
Long Aotian slapped his hand aside. "Lu Chengwen said no fighting! Otherwise, I'd kill you, you bastard!"
Zhao Ritian slapped Long Aotian's hand aside again. "You piece of shit, don't point at me."
"You pointed at me first!"
"I'll point at you if I want!"
"Point at me again and see what happens!?"
"I'll point if I want!"
"I'll ram you to death with my spear!"
The armguard of Zhao Ritian's White Cloud Armor materialized in an instant. He blocked the blow, then smashed a fist forward.
Lu Chengwen had barely taken a few steps when the two started fighting again behind him.
With no other choice, he hurried back and grabbed Zhao Ritian. "Didn't I tell you two not to fight!?"
Long Aotian swept his spear over. Lu Chengwen grabbed it in one hand. "Senior Disciple Brother, why are you still fighting!?"
"He pointed at me!"
Lu Chengwen was beside himself. "There are enemies here! You two need to calm down! Why are you fighting again!?"
"Are you going to do something about this or not!? Lu Chengwen, are you going to deal with him!?"
Zhao Ritian was both aggrieved and furious. "We went into seclusion together and leveled up together. I was in a good mood then, so I said we should have a drink to celebrate!"
"What's wrong with that!?"
Zhao Ritian said, "After one bottle of White Liquor, he flipped the table!"
Lu Chengwen couldn't help snickering. He turned around. "Senior Disciple Brother, you drank with him?"
"I did!" Long Aotian said. "I was in a great mood. I'd brought out the Tianwu Clan, I'd advanced again, and we could even have drinks