After the dinner party, Shi Bolong and Zhao Ya didn't return to the Black Ship but stayed on the pier.
Once the servants and maids who had come to serve them were all dismissed, Shi Bolong, who seemed drunk just moments ago, suddenly sobered up, and his eyes became exceedingly clear.
"There's a problem, definitely a problem!"
Then Shi Bolong lay back on the Arhat Bed, a cold smile appearing on his face.
"Does this Zhou Zheng really think he can deceive a descendant of the Wuyou Longevity Palace with just a few words, like I'm made out of mud!"
He then looked at Zhao Ya, who was sitting by the table, pouring himself a drink, "Sir, what do you think?"
Zhao Ya didn't respond because he was busy savoring the wine.
It must be said that the brewing technique of the Lower Mountain Fierce Tiger Realm is quite good. Take the pot of wine before him, for example; it entered smoothly, and after swallowing, it brought a delightful warmth to his belly.
