Feng Jun flew aimlessly through the air, wandering about at random. After flying for a while, he would stop to scroll through his phone.
Shen Qingyi watched this coldly, thinking, A dignified cultivator acting like one of those "heads-down people"—his future achievements will be limited. Who knows what damned luck he had, inheriting the legacy of some great master.
After flying around like that for two hours, Feng Jun stopped again beside a cliff.
Shen Qingyi's heart immediately tightened at the sight. This was Jade Ruins's largest mountain gate—the South Mountain Gate!
This time, Feng Jun did not simply pause and leave. He pulled out a parasol, planted it in the ground, then set out a table and chairs. He took out a jar of liquor and arranged several dried fruits beside it.
Only then did he shake the snowflakes from his body and sit down leisurely.
Next, he took out a rag and wiped the droplets from his phone screen. With a lift of his hand, he broke the seal on the liquor jar, and the fragrance of wine immediately spread through the air.
Shen Qingyi had approached him from behind. As she drew closer and closer, she could even see his exposed neck.
Yet Feng Jun did not seem to care. The muscles in his neck remained completely relaxed, as though he had no guard up at all.
But Shen Qingyi did not dare gamble on that. She was not foolish enough to believe he was unaware of her approach.
When she came within roughly a hundred feet of him, she stopped of her own accord and said nothing.
Feng Jun said nothing either. He raised the liquor jar and gulped down several great mouthfuls before setting it down, exhaling deeply, and shouting, "Refreshing!"
Then he picked up