"Am I not welcome here?" Duan Ling Tian said with a grin. He disregarded the disheveled old man's words and continued walking toward him and the entrance of the mansion within the estate.
His purple robe fluttered like purple flames with every step he took. He exuded a terrifying aura.
The disheveled old man's face fell when he saw Duan Ling Tian had ignored his words. He picked up the wine gourd and poured a mouthful of alcohol into his mouth. However, he did not swallow it and just kept it in his mouth.
Suddenly, a Voice Transmission pierced through Duan Ling Tian's ears and stunned him.
"Leave!"
The disheveled old man took advantage of the moment Duan Ling Tian was stunned and made his move.
Sou!
He opened his mouth and spat out the alcohol he had just poured into his mouth. The alcohol shot out of his mouth and seemed as though it had transformed into a swift and sharp arrow.
