Military camp gate.
The sword cultivator landed and retracted his flying sword, seeing the war general who came out to greet him, he quickly stepped forward and bowed: "Sword Control Pavilion sword cultivator Xu Tong greets Wine Daoist."
Burp.
The Wine Daoist burped, waved his hand: "In the military camp, call me General."
"Yes, General Wine."
Wine Daoist nodded, but his gaze moved past the sword cultivator to look at Li Feng and his party behind him, scrutinizing them from head to toe.
"Are you the Feng Yang from the Fire Phoenix Clan?"
"That's me."
Li Feng looked at the person opposite, who resembled a Maitreya Buddha—big-bellied and accommodating, with a pale and bloated face, wearing a Daoist robe with open collar, holding a large wine gourd that was particularly conspicuous. Even from five or six meters away, Li Feng could smell the alcohol emanating from him.
