Who Are You Looking Down On?

Though he was puzzled, he did not dare to ask too many questions.

"Master Yi, this is my..." Old Ancestor Qingshan turned slightly, preparing to introduce Zhu Yun to Yi Feng.

Yi Feng waved a hand and cut him off. "I can tell. Uncle and nephew, right?"

"As expected of you, Senior."

Old Ancestor Qingshan's face was full of admiration.

But on second thought, he had merely done something superfluous. With this senior's heaven-reaching methods, he had probably seen through Zhu Yun's identity with a single glance.

Yi Feng smiled.

It was nothing much, really.

Qingshan was an old man, while Zhu Yun was middle-aged. The two were close, and Zhu Yun treated Qingshan with such respect. They were probably relatives, like uncle and nephew.

"But you came at just the right time. I'm out of wine here. Did you bring any?" Yi Feng asked without ceremony. It would have been impossible for Peng Ying's matter not to weigh on him, and he had already finished the last bit of liquor in the house.

"Yes, yes, yes,"

Old Ancestor Qingshan hurriedly replied, but after agreeing, he remembered that he had come in too much of a rush and had completely forgotten to bring wine. Fortunately, Zhu Yun was beside him, so he turned his gaze toward him.

"Uncle, you..."

A bad feeling rose in Zhu Yun's heart.

"That Victory Fruit Wine of yours, take it out!" Old Ancestor Qingshan said, holding out his hand.

"Huh?"

Zhu Yun's face darkened, utterly unwilling. He could only brew three bottles of Victory Fruit Wine a year. To him, it was a priceless treasure, something he usually could not bear to let anyone drink. And now he was supposed to take it out for a mere mortal?

"Hurry up."

Seeing Zhu Yun being so ungrateful, Old Ancestor Qingshan grew anxious and raised his arm, rapping Zhu Yun on the forehead with a sharp knock.

"Martial Uncle, at least leave me some dignity." Zhu Yun clutched his head and muttered aggrievedly, "I'm still the sect master of the Qingshan Sect. If anyone saw this, where would my prestige be?"

"What's so special about being the sect master of some tiny sect? You're getting full of yourself already?" Old Ancestor Qingshan rebuked him. "I'm warning you: here, even if you're a dragon, you'd better coil up obediently."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to give Zhu Yun another knock.

Zhu Yun hurriedly stepped back, looking at Old Ancestor Qingshan with a face full of grievance.

"Are you taking out the wine or not?" Old Ancestor Qingshan barked.

Under Old Ancestor Qingshan's pressure, Zhu Yun could only take out the Victory Fruit Wine with great reluctance.

"Look at that stingy little face of yours, acting all delicate like a woman. Being allowed to bring out this wine today is your honor." Old Ancestor Qingshan scolded him, snatched the Victory Fruit Wine away, then immediately changed his expression and said with a beaming smile, "Master Yi, the wine is only so-so. I don't know whether it suits your taste, so please make do with it."

Yi Feng smiled. He had never been one for empty politeness. Taking a small sip, he said frankly, "It's good wine, but it's still missing a bit of flavor."

Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded like a pecking chicken.

But Zhu Yun, standing nearby, nearly exploded.

Wasn't this mortal's tone a little too arrogant?

His Victory Fruit Wine was something with a price but no market. As the sect master of the Qingshan Sect, he only had three bottles a year, yet this damned mortal actually said that his Victory Fruit Wine was lacking in flavor?

He truly could not understand why Old Ancestor Qingshan was being so polite to this mortal.

If Old Ancestor Qingshan had not been here, preventing him from acting rashly, then with his status and position, he would have slapped this mortal into a meat pancake long ago.

But with Old Ancestor Qingshan present, he could only swallow his fury.

"Disciple, bring out two more stools," Yi Feng called.

Zhong Qing quickly carried out two stools.

"Hehe, watching the sun set on the horizon, admiring the beauty of dusk, then having a small drink—it isn't a bad way to live," Yi Feng said with a smile.

"Indeed!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan sat on the small stool beside Yi Feng and sighed. The dusk was beautiful in his eyes, yes, but shamefully, he could not comprehend the kind of artistic realm this senior spoke of.

"Hmph!"

Zhu Yun snorted inwardly.

If not for Old Ancestor Qingshan's sake, this mortal would have died ten thousand times over. Old Ancestor Qingshan and the sect master of the Qingshan Sect had graced this place with their presence, yet not only had this mortal failed to invite them inside and entertain them, he had even brought out two broken stools for them to sit by the door?

Who was he looking down on?

But because of Old Ancestor Qingshan, Zhu Yun could not vent his anger. He simply stood there without saying a word.

With a fleeting glance,

he spotted the Martial Arts Book Yi Feng had spread out beside him and subconsciously reached out to flip through it.