Inside a tavern in the small city.
By now, everyone else had long since left. Only Yi Feng and Gui Wanhai remained.
Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, Gui Wanhai was filled with nervous shock. Gone was his usual carefree grace; he stood there dumbly for a long while, not daring to make a sound, his eyes brimming with astonishment!
It was not until Yi Feng spoke and invited him over.
"Brother Gui?"
"Why are you still standing there? Come on, let's sit down and drink slowly."
The same familiar words now struck him with even greater shock!
After a great battle, he remained calm as drifting clouds and gentle winds. What a true master's bearing.
At that moment.
Gui Wanhai finally understood why Yi Feng had shown no restraint whatsoever when they first met, and why the friends he had brought before had said that Yi Feng was far from simple.
So this friend's cultivation was actually this terrifying!
How laughable. Back then, he had thought that he himself had overlooked Yi Feng's background and made friends with him, and he had even sighed over their simple, pure friendship. He had even considered giving Yi Feng a stroke of fortune...
Now, it seemed that the one who had not cared about anything else was Yi Feng. On the contrary, he himself had been granted a stroke of fortune by the other man.
With a casual wave of his hand, Yi Feng had dissolved the life-and-death calamity hanging over him!
He had truly reached above his station...
The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he felt; the more he thought about it, the more awkward he became.
Even with such an immense debt of gratitude, Gui Wanhai felt too ashamed to speak. He awkwardly cupped his hands,