He assessed Qiu Yun's strength based on the movement of the spirit balloon exploding in the autumn clouds. Considering Guan Yu's disciple status at Broken Wine Mountain, there was no need to actively mark one's identity. But at this moment of peril, the other party being a Monk, was not much different from himself, hence he could follow his waistline map, and recognize himself clearly.
In his mind, he relied on his name Broken Wine Mountain, until the second Monk, he sold those thin noodles and helped him. When Qiu Yun heard these words, his eyes revealed a facade for only a few minutes. Ye Fengsheng looked at them, ignoring Hu Yanying.
He did not know what these Broken Wine Mountains were. If you are a disciple of Broken Wine Mountain, why would you care where? He pulled out a vest and said a few words. He wanted his assistance to blend into this aimless water, inciting a terrifying animal that looked so fierce. Do you think I'm stupid?
