Elder Bing and Chen Zui had just finished drinking the wine from their bottles.
Han Zhan's swaying body looked like it was about to fall.
At that moment.
The swaying suddenly started to slow down.
Han Zhan tightly closed his eyes, his brows furrowing deeper. Around his body, streaks of Sword Qi began to appear out of thin air.
Seeing this, Elder Bing revealed a knowing smile, while Chen Zui showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"No wonder Xiao Jin has taken a liking to him."
Watching the increasingly fierce Sword Qi gathering on Han Zhan, Chen Zui couldn't help but nod. "I'm growing to like this kid more and more."
"Like him?" Elder Bing pointed with some schadenfreude at the towering stacks of wine barrels beside them, "You'll like him less in a moment."
Following Elder Bing's finger, Chen Zui's expression changed dramatically.
"Li Tugui! Save the wine!"
Before Chen Zui could speak, Elder Bing had already summoned his Contracted Spirit, the ruler as long as a forearm.
