Shen Fan, who was standing to the side, felt his face start to burn at Wei Yingying's outrageous nonsense, wishing he could dig a hole with his ten toes and disappear into it.
Yet, this scene made Lin Chang'an chuckle; listening to nonsense is fine, he wasn't some great beauty, and this kid Shen Fan surely wouldn't be thinking about him.
"Uncle Lin, have a taste."
Taking a light sip, the familiar taste made Lin Chang'an curiously ask:
"Is this the Spirit Wine unique to Cyan Bamboo Mountain? Did you go to Cyan Bamboo Mountain?"
Upon hearing Lin Chang'an's words, Wei Yingying nodded with a proud smile and said:
"Uncle Lin, you truly are a Foundation Establishment Cultivator; you could tell right away. My father and Aunt Qing said that we still lack experience, so my brother Fan and I joined the patrol team."
Wei Yingying then excitedly began talking about her experiences over the past six months while being part of the cultivator patrol team of Celestial Profound City.
