A man lay on the bed, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, looking dispirited.
"Don't come again, get out, get out!"
Yan Ping waved the wine bottle at Ye Tian, as if ready to throw it.
"Mr. Yan, I apologize for disturbing you so late."
"But this mission is urgent, and we have no choice but to ask for your guidance."
Ye Tian began to speak politely.
"It's the wind season now, even I would risk my life going in there. I know you all are here for what's inside that door."
"I'm telling you, there's nothing in there, only fear."
Yan Ping said drunkenly.
"Also, you completely could go by yourselves this time, why come to me?"
"Most of the people outside are martial artists, are you playing around with me?"
"If I didn't want to cause trouble, I would have driven you all away long ago."
Yan Ping stood up, his body swayed unsteadily.
