"This old guy is really impatient!"
Compared to Ma Nanfeng's anger, Yun Xiao remained quite composed. He let out a slight chuckle and stopped in his tracks at this moment, watching Meng Zhidao dash towards the table with great interest.
As a powerful peak cultivator of the Heavenly Realm, Meng Zhidao's speed was incredibly fast. Even if Ma Nanfeng made another move immediately, he might not be able to catch up in time.
In just one swift motion, Meng Zhidao was only a few feet away from the table. His right hand was shaped like a claw, reaching for the wine jar, with a smug smile on his face.
"Haha, the Holy Rank Wine is mine!"
Seeing the Holy Rank Wine right in front of him, Meng Zhidao felt quite confident and pleased. A loud laugh came from his mouth, and his right index finger was already touching the edge of the wine jar.
Swoosh!
