Bu Junfeng walked through the opening in the formation, dressed in white and radiating an otherworldly calm.
He held a jade gourd in his hand, reeking of alcohol, a drunken haze already clouding his face.
Lin Bai, Qi Lingyu, and Wang Zhengyang rose into the air at the same time, lining up with Bu Junfeng.
"Wolf Marquis, Brother Qi, Brother Wang, how have you been?" Bu Junfeng walked over, stopped a hundred meters away from the three, and cupped his hands with a drunken smile.
"Stop putting on an act. Say what you have to say, and get to the point." Qi Lingyu gave Bu Junfeng no face at all, his words cold and biting. "If you have nothing to say, go home, wash your neck, and wait for death."
"Brother Qi, there's no need to be so hot-tempered. We are both Holy Sons of Flourishing Sects, so we should still show some bearing and courtesy." Bu Junfeng was not angered. Instead, he smiled gently. "With you acting so hot-tempered and discourteous, it is the reputation of Qi Tian Sect that will suffer once word gets out."
"Hmph!" Qi Lingyu snorted and turned his head away, no longer bothering with Bu Junfeng.
"Brother Bu, the Northern Region has spent so much effort setting up this Demonic Refinement of All Living Things Formation. Why go to such lengths?" Wang Zhengyang began earnestly advising him. "Why don't our two territories temporarily lay down their arms and restore peace to the world?"
"Brother Wang, the Northern Region is not the Eastern Region. You are in the richest territory of the Eastern Region, the Ten Thousand Saints Mountain territory, so naturally you cannot understand the hardships of my Northern Region." Bu Junfeng wore a helpless expression and shook his head slightly. "I do not