Ye Qingcheng regained her composure, continuing to pour drinks for Ren Feifan.
Meanwhile, Ren Feifan was finishing his drinks one after another, calm and tranquil, without a ripple of disturbance.
As if the people in front of him didn't exist.
Contempt!
Naked contempt!
The crimson longsword at his side shimmered with a faint red light, exuding a whiff of killing intent.
Originally standing behind Master Liu, Sister Hong peeked out. Upon seeing the scene in the private room, she was thoroughly terrified by this imposing force.
That man seemed to have a certain horrifying aura about him.
Moving forward felt like stepping into hell.
Even the always pompous Master Liu didn't dare take any action in front of this man who was drinking.
The calmer Ren Feifan was, the stronger the sense of fear Master Liu felt.
The Liu family was different from other families; their children lacked the talent for cultivation.
Therefore, cultivators were an unattainable existence to them.
