The bronze wine goblet in Shi Feiyang's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the wine seeped into the sheepskin rug, leaving a deep stain.
Ba Qianqiu gurgled with laughter in Gugela's arms, waving his chubby little hands to grasp at his father's quivering collar.
"Is it true?" Shi Feiyang stepped forward two steps, the Bright Jade Technique beneath his dark attire circulating unconsciously, "Wudang and Shaolin are willing to assist?"
