"This wine jug, it can be filled with the world's finest wine, and it can also be used to hit people..."
Ye Yun beckoned again. The black wine jug flew back to him. He held it in his palm, looked in a certain direction, and said with a faint smile.
The disciple of the Great Sun Heaven, who had been sent flying, was vomiting blood. He was severely injured and lay pale on the ground.
A few disciples quickly flew over from the side, helped him up, and fed him a healing pill.
"You dare to attack a disciple of my Great Sun Heaven, have you thought about the consequences?" the yellow-robed elder said grimly, glaring at Ye Yun.
"Loose lips deserve punishment!" Ye Yun said lightly.
