Lin Yun smiled at the Monk and Daoist, whose faces were grim. They had already suffered greatly at his hands, especially in the Mysterious Forest, where the two of them had barely escaped with their lives.
"I don't drink," they replied in unison.
Hearing their reply, Lin Yun just smiled and drained his cup alone. He then paid them no more mind. Running into the Monk and Daoist here was a surprise, but that was all.
Things were peaceful for a while after that. Lin Yun paid the Monk and Daoist no mind, completely ignoring their murderous glares.
Staring at Lin Yun, the Monk and Daoist seethed with hatred. However, they didn't dare make a move. After all, their masters were sitting right there. Besides, it was Mo Qingshui's birthday, and even they knew to observe basic etiquette.
Unable to stomach their indignation, yet still unable to act, they continued to glare at Lin Yun. Suddenly, a glint flashed in the Daoist's eyes, and he whispered something into the Monk's ear.
