Xiao Tianyu picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and the next second: "Pfft~"
"Brother, it seems that the wine at the Ninth Layer isn't that great after all!" Bai Bufan smiled slightly at Xiao Tianyu, who nodded: "Indeed!"
"So, wasn't this trip in vain!"
Bai Bufan's words were full of sarcasm, and finally, a flash of coldness passed through Yao Junlin's eyes, but it was fleeting.
Bang~
Zhou Mian suddenly slammed the table, snorting coldly: "Bai Bufan, when did you start recognizing Xiao Tianyu as your big brother? Seems like you chose to disgrace yourself!"
"Indeed!"
Jin Mo interjected: "Even if you luckily won at the Drumming Battlefield, so what? It's merely a battle of soul power, which doesn't mean much. Speaking of which, Xiao Tianyu must be around thirty, right? At thirty, he's only at Divine Level Eighth Layer, his future achievements seem limited!"
