The Young Man didn't seem embarrassed, shrugged, and turned his head, saying, "Last time I sent him a bottle of wine, he returned it to me in the same way..."
Xu Qingchuan's face revealed a curious and serious expression: "You say he's a Sixth-level Martial Warrior?"
The Young Man nodded: "Yes, after the arena competition, I inquired from the contestants - they were all Sixth-level Martial Warriors, and the final winner was at the Level 6 Peak."
Xu Qingchuan's eyes showed interest: "Can the Sixth-level Martial Warriors you know do this?"
The Young Man frowned: "No."
After a pause, the Young Man added: "That day I was below, and he was above. He threw the wine down to me, and at the last moment of landing, it seemed to be held by an invisible force. Today, it's even more obvious, the whole process was lifted..."
"Interesting!"
Xu Qingchuan said with a smile: "People don't accept your goodwill."
