"You ought to show the fairy some courtesy!"
Suddenly, someone spoke and casually splashed out a cup of wine. With a swish, the crystalline liquid shot toward Yao Kun like sharp arrows.
Bang!
As many watched with their jaws hanging open, Yao Kun seemed to have been struck by lightning. Not only did he fail to dodge, but his entire body flew backward and slammed into the palace wall.
The sight felt unreal. It was only a cup of wine, yet the Demon Dragon Dao Sect's new successor had been sent flying and severely injured.
Although his strength fell short of Yao Yi, the successor two generations before him, and the prodigies present, he was still the successor of a sect. That did not mean he was truly weak.
Moreover, he was still a cut above many disciples of major powers.
Yet now he had suffered this blow-no, he had been treated with utter disdain. His attacker had acted casually, sending him flying with nothing more than a cup of wine.
What was going on? Who was this? From his voice, he was also of the younger generation.
For a moment, everyone turned in unison, following the voice toward its source, eager to learn who had attacked.
To the southeast sat a man with a surging aura of vitality. He was around eighteen, extremely young, much like everyone else present.
Yet he gave off a sense of emptiness, as though he existed alongside the Great Dao. Without looking closely, it was difficult to make out his true form.
At that moment, the youth sat cross-legged before a jade table, draped in roc feathers, his hair golden. He quietly poured and drank his own wine, looking utterly at ease.
"Who is he? Does anyone recognize him?" someone asked.
"He looks like