In the ornate hall decorated with carved beams and paintings, Elf Clan women danced gracefully, their grass leaf skirts exuding a natural aura, filled with exotic charm.
What they called a casual drink actually involved tasting over a dozen vats of Immortal Brew—leaving sober was difficult.
Qin Ming and Niu Wuwei both knew well that their extraordinary reception was primarily due to their remarkable backgrounds and the formidable potential they displayed.
Otherwise, there was no such thing as unprovoked enthusiasm.
No matter how Qin Ming explained, many people steadfastly believed he came from that so-called mysterious family.
As for Niu Wuwei, there was no need to say more; the stature of a Hidden Disciple from Doushuai Temple was undoubtedly supreme.
