"In the future, don't say I never think of you when something good comes along!"
"Good things don't necessarily have to involve me..."
"Good brothers, for a lifetime!"
Feng Zheng felt overwhelmed with black lines, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
He was quite a character himself; once he confirmed that Wang Jixuan wasn't joking, he opened the Immortal Brew and gulped down several mouthfuls, his entire being wrapped in the alcoholic haze, a simple smile spreading across his face.
"Hehehe, hic! Let's go!"
Bai Ning couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead, unsure of how to mock the pair.
At this moment, Wang Jixuan and Feng Zheng walked with arms around each other's shoulders, flying out of the pavilion on a cloud, each holding a jug of wine, appearing quite unruly and carefree.
The Thousand Generation Alliance Leader Murong Zhengyi had already ordered the soft imprisonment of Wang Jixuan.
