At noon.
Liu Long stayed behind for dinner. Yuan Shuo's house looked a little shabby at the moment, and many of the floor tiles had been broken.
Normal people would not fight at home.
Therefore, the three people in the room were obviously not normal.
Liu Long had a good appetite and was gobbling down the food.
In front of outsiders, he, Liu Long, was powerful, had a high status, and was awe-inspiring.
There was no need for that here.
Back when Yuan Shuo was running amuck, he was just a child who came to ask for a master. In front of Yuan Shuo, he had never raised his head.
On the other hand, Yuan Shuo was drinking a little wine. He was the only one at the table who would drink a little. Liu Long looked burly, but he didn't drink wine, as drinking wine would easily cause trouble.
Yuan Shuo, on the other hand, was a Martial Master of the older generation. He was quite free and easy with wine and meat passing through his intestines.
