The Ancient Sage of Pingtian drank his wine unhappily, and the Demon Clan members serving around him were all visibly fearful.
These Demon Clan members were at best at the Little Saint Level of cultivation, and before the Ancient Sage of Pingtian, they were comparable to mere flies. If the Ancient Sage of Pingtian wished, a single breath could end their lives without a trace.
Facing such a being that could determine their fate at any moment, no matter how much resentment these Demon Clan members held in their hearts, they dared not utter a sound.
"What kind of wine is this? This is clearly water. Get me some fine wine!" As the Ancient Sage of Pingtian spoke, he heavily threw the wine jar in his hand into the void.
"Bang!" The wine jar fell to the ground, and for a moment, the wine flowed everywhere, and the sour fragrance of the wine instantly filled the surroundings.
