The drunkard swirled the alcohol in the bottle and chugged some more, before choking on the same and spraying the contents of his mouth on the Grandmaster blacksmith.
As drops of the pungent smelling liquor dripped from his face, drenching a part of his robe, the elder was livid with anger.
"Senior brother!!!" He shouted, unleashing the power of his cultivation base.
Tang Yue's body trembled as an overwhelming killing intent surged from the dwarf standing next to her.
The drunkard, however, looked as if he couldn't care less.
This man! Tang Yue sighed. Was he going to get killed tonight?
She couldn't discern either of these dwarves' cultivation base, so they were clearly at a higher level than her.
She silently took a step back, not wanting to get caught between these two monsters.
But the next instant, unexpectedly, the elder calmed down and the killing intent that was swirling as thick as a miasma disappeared into nothingness.
