The inn, Li Fan rented a courtyard within the inn to live, making it convenient for his martial practice to not be disturbed.
At this moment, five people were sitting together in the courtyard.
"I never thought I, Han Zong, would drink with a Li Mountain disciple one day." Han Zong filled Li Fan's cup with wine, raised his glass and said, "Brother Xiao Fan, let's drink."
That's Li Mountain, Da Li, a place full of legends.
This was the first time he had been so close to Li Mountain.
"We are all wanderers of the martial world; Brother Han, you don't need to be so formal." Li Fan clinked glasses with Han Zong, and both drank in one gulp.
"I've lived an ordinary life, Han Zong in this lifetime has only reached the initial Innate stage in cultivation after all these years, interacting just with unimportant people in the martial world. Look at those family sects, all of them with noses in the air, never thought I could be this close to a Li Mountain disciple."
