Zhao Sheng was not angry, he turned his head to look at Di Wuque, and said with a smile: "Do you dare to repeat the last sentence in front of my Ancestor Jing."
As soon as the three words Ancestor Jing were uttered, the hall fell silent, as if this name had great deterrent power.
Di Wuque's expression froze, and he immediately angrily avoided Zhao Sheng's gaze.
"Two Taoist friends, for the sake of this old man's face, let's not mention these disappointing matters anymore. Today is a wonderful Kunxian Conference, let's just drink and have fun, and enjoy the taste of the Immortal Fruit!"
Master Huang Shi came forward to make peace, and after speaking, he raised the Spiritual Wine in his hand, laughed foolishly and said: "Come, everyone drink this wine, hoping the path of Tao will be smooth, and all wishes will come true!"
Zhao Sheng wore a faint smile on his face, picked up the wine cup with his hand and drank the Spiritual Wine in the cup in one go.
