Yi Chen gazed at the young noble before he could respond, Wen Renzhong suddenly rose, and a scarlet blade energy burst forth from his body in an instant.
The scorching blade energy engulfed the young noble's figure, shot out of the door, and eventually vanished into the horizon.
Everything seemed as if nothing had happened, only a small pile of thin ash on the ground proved that the young noble had been there.
"Friend Yan, this fellow disrupted our drinking mood, so I've dealt with him for you. Come, let's drink more," Wen Renzhong said with a smile, pouring another bowl of wine for Yi Chen.
Yi Chen silently looked at the ash on the ground, finally understanding why people would rather drink the northwestern wind out in the forest than join Wen Renzhong at his table.
He truly was a killer.
He didn't even know whom to blame for this enmity now...
