Zhang Yue, having drunk all the Blood Aged Wine, gradually returned to his normal state.
His crimson eyes slowly turned back to light brown.
At this moment, Zhang Yue's heart had calmed down, but his disciple, Chen Tong, was inexplicably tense.
Chen Tong had never imagined a situation like the one before him.
He watched Fang Mu and Shu Liangjun with a wary expression, his gaze constantly shifting back to his master, Zhang Yue.
He kept thinking about how to handle the current situation.
But even if Chen Tong came up with some ideas, he was not in control of the current situation.
Even his own master, Grandmaster Float Yue, couldn't control it.
Zhang Yue, seeing Chen Tong looking like a startled bird, gently patted him on the shoulder.
"Chen, I have important things to discuss with Sir Jianmu. Please wait outside for me."
Zhang Yue's tone left no room for disagreement, and Chen Tong, who seldom saw Zhang Yue this serious, looked at him worriedly before leaving the cave.
