For a moment, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but reveal a dangerous smile, slowly putting down the wine glass he had just picked up.
"Mr. Gu is straightforward, but I wonder how much of this wine is genuine!"
Gu Congfeng's face turned ashen upon hearing this. He had fought all the way here, and even a typical Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator wouldn't underestimate him like this.
Moreover, Gu Congjian, standing beside him, felt even more aggrieved; Lin Chang'an was going too far.
However, what was even more excessive was yet to come.
Old Hu took a gulp of wine and then angrily flipped the table.
The spirit wine and spirit flesh scattered all over the floor. At this moment, not to mention Gu Congfeng, even Lin Chang'an was a bit stunned.
No! Old Hu, why are you acting so impulsively? The gift hasn't even been received yet.
Wasting! Such a waste!
"Gu, you're exposed!"
Old Hu sneered domineeringly, then a long blade appeared in his hand.
