In the backyard of the He Ji Tavern, the starlight fell down, and people were still drinking and laughing around the lively jade long table. After revealing their backgrounds to one another, they felt an increased sense of trust and closeness.
"Qingming, did Chaos really send three hundred followers to kill you and the others?" With a slight drunken haze in her demeanor, Chen Xiran's pretty face was flushed red, just like a ripe peach.
Li Qingming slowly shook his head and said, "Daoist Chen, you are drunk!"
Chen Xiran, looking somewhat resentful, blinked her large eyes and just quietly watched him without speaking.
Yin Xi, who sat beside Li Qingming, teasingly glanced at him and chuckled, "Xiran, Chaos did indeed send two Quasi-Saint teams, totaling three hundred men, to intercept and kill us. But those men were too feeble; they only managed to force Qingming to act once, and then they were entirely annihilated."
