Yu Qi knew that saying more was useless, her brows tightly furrowed in unease.
She took heavy steps, seemingly carrying a hint of reluctance, gradually disappearing into the night...
"Brother Yan, when people from the Yuanfa Sect come tomorrow, how do you plan to face them?"
Xiao Fei, feeling somewhat complicated, approached Yan Rufeng.
"Phew!"
Yan Rufeng, with hands clasped behind his back, let out a light breath.
"That depends on their intentions."
Xiao Fei lowered his head, lost in thought.
"Ha!"
Yan Rufeng chuckled.
"Brother Xiao, why trouble yourself over matters that haven't occurred?"
Yan Rufeng waved his hand, and ten jars of fruit wine appeared on the table.
"Come, Brother Xiao, let us drink and sing; let's get thoroughly drunk."
Xiao Fei raised his head, showing a faint smile, and walked to the table to sit down.
The night deepened, and the wind tightened!
