Yun Xi frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment in her voice, "Not for sale?"
Then, she looked at Jiang Fan and the others nearby, "Then why can they drink it?"
Wang Chuanlu, standing beside her, said helplessly, "We are Junior Brother Lu's fellow sect brothers, and we are about to go into a bloody battle!"
He felt a surge of sorrow in his heart—this might be their last meal, why couldn't they have a drink?
Yun Xi turned to Lu Yi, and Lu Yi smiled, "They are my senior brothers, and they are willing to stay and fight alongside me."
Yun Xi fell silent for a moment, then smiled, "I cannot join the White Cloud Sect, otherwise my grandmother would be angry. However, I can recognize you as my junior brother, and I will also stay to help you fight. Will you offer me some wine?"
Lu Yi, "???"
Jiang Fan, "???"
The others looked at Yun Xi with odd expressions, their minds full of question marks.
