"Treating a Dao injury as tempering?" Hua Yunfei chuckled. "As expected of the Black Dragon Clan's young lord. How many people throughout history have dared to think like that?"
A Dao injury was no ordinary wound. It was extremely tenacious and difficult to heal. Lin Ancestor's heavenly retribution Dao injury was one such injury. It had plagued her for ages, not only making further progress all but impossible, but even threatening to make her cultivation fall.
The Dao injury within Tianming Wuji was no simple matter either, yet he remained perfectly composed, treating it as a means to temper himself. That courage alone put him beyond comparison with others. He was simply too confident!
He firmly believed that the torment of his Dao injury would only make him stronger!
"Stop teasing me. Your alias, Wu Yun, has already made a name that resounds through past and present, standing alongside Wushuang. How could I compare?"
Tianming Wuji waved a hand and smiled modestly.
"A mutual flattery session?"
Jiang Ruoyao gave the two a disdainful glance. It seemed Tianming Wuji was no good either. Anyone close to Hua Yunfei was no decent sort.
The three found a quiet, scenic spot.
"Try the wine brewed by our Black Dragon Clan. It packs a punch."
Tianming Wuji produced a dragon-shaped wine flask. The dragon carved upon it was lifelike, fierce and terrifying, as though it had come alive.
"I did say the drinks were on me, but since you've already brought it out, how could I refuse?" Hua Yunfei's lips curled into a smile as he took out three cups and filled them.
"Roar!"
The potent wine's fumes were overwhelmingly oppressive. They gathered into one dragon after another, roaring incessantly and trying to attack the three of them.
"Even a War Emperor Grade expert