Who are you looking down on?

Although he had doubts, he didn't dare to speak more.

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

Yi Feng waved his hand, interrupting, "I can tell, uncle and nephew, right?"

"As expected of a Senior."

Old Ancestor Qingshan's face was full of admiration.

He then thought that it was unnecessary for him to do so. With this Senior's heaven-reaching methods, he probably saw through Zhu Yun's identity with just a glance.

Yi Feng smiled.

This was nothing at all.

Qingshan was an old man, Zhu Yun was a middle-aged man, they had a close relationship, and Zhu Yun was so respectful to Qingshan. It was reasonable to assume they were related as uncle and nephew.

"But you've come at the right time. I'm out of wine. Do you have any?" Yi Feng didn't stand on ceremony and directly asked for wine. It was impossible for Peng Ying to not be difficult for Yi Feng, and he had already drunk all the remaining stock at home.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Old Ancestor Qingshan quickly replied, but after agreeing, he remembered that he had come in too much of a hurry and had completely forgotten to bring wine. Fortunately, Zhu Yun was beside him, so he looked towards Zhu Yun.

"Uncle, you..."

A bad premonition arose in Zhu Yun's heart.

"Take out your Victory Fruit Wine!" Old Ancestor Qingshan said with his hand outstretched.

"Huh?"

Zhu Yun's face turned dark, full of reluctance. His Victory Fruit Wine could only produce three bottles a year, which was a priceless treasure to him. He was usually reluctant to give it to anyone, but now he had to give it to a mortal?

"Hurry up."

Seeing Zhu Yun being so unappreciative, Old Ancestor Qingshan became anxious. He stretched out his arm and flicked Zhu Yun on the forehead.

"Martial Uncle, at least give me some face," Zhu Yun muttered aggrievedly, holding his head. "I'm the Sect Master of the Qingshan Sect, after all. If people see this, where will my dignity be!"

"What's wrong with being a mere Sect Master? You're getting full of yourself?" Old Ancestor Qingshan rebuked. "I'm warning you, here, even if you were a dragon, you'd have to coil up obediently for me."

Saying that, he was about to flick Zhu Yun again.

Zhu Yun quickly stepped back, looking at Old Ancestor Qingshan with a wronged expression.

"Aren't you going to take out the wine?" Old Ancestor Qingshan ordered.

Under Old Ancestor Qingshan's coercion, Zhu Yun reluctantly took out the Victory Fruit Wine.

"Look at how stingy you are, acting like a woman. It's your honor to be able to take out this wine today," Old Ancestor Qingshan rebuked, snatched the Victory Fruit Wine, and then changed his expression, smiling. "Master Yi, the wine is just average. I don't know if it suits your taste. Please bear with it."

Yi Feng smiled. He was never one to be polite. He took a small sip and said directly, "The wine is good wine, but it's a bit lacking in flavor."

Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded like a pecking hen.

But Zhu Yun, standing beside him, almost exploded.

This mortal's tone was too arrogant!

You must know that his Victory Fruit Wine was something that money couldn't buy. As the Sect Master of the Qingshan Sect, he only had three bottles a year. Yet, this damned mortal actually said his Victory Fruit Wine was lacking in flavor?

He really couldn't understand why Old Ancestor Qingshan was so polite to this mortal.

If it weren't for Old Ancestor Qingshan being present and him not daring to act rashly, with his status and position, he would have already smashed this mortal into a meat patty.

But with Old Ancestor Qingshan here, he could only suppress his anger in his heart.

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

Zhong Qing quickly brought out two stools.

"Heh heh, watching the sunset in the sky, the beautiful scenery of dusk, and taking a small sip of wine, it's also a kind of life!" Yi Feng said with a smile.

"Yes!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan sat on the small stool next to Yi Feng and sighed. The dusk was beautiful in his eyes, but shamefully, he couldn't grasp the artistic conception that the Senior possessed!

"Hmph!"

Zhu Yun snorted inwardly.

If it weren't for Old Ancestor Qingshan, this mortal would have died ten thousand times over. The dignified Old Ancestor Qingshan and he, the Sect Master of Qingshan, had come to visit, and this mortal didn't even invite them into the house to entertain them. Instead, he brought out two broken stools to sit by the door?

Who was he looking down on!

However, because of Old Ancestor Qingshan, he couldn't act rashly and just stood there without saying a word.

A fleeting glance.

He saw the Martial Arts Book spread out by Yi Feng's side and instinctively reached out to flip through it.