The opponent was small in stature, with a gourd at his waist, presumably containing wine.
"Feng Wuxiu, do you still recognize me?" The small man appeared to be in his fifties, squinting as he looked at the much more robust Feng Wuxiu.
Feng Wuxiu lowered his head to take a glance at the other person, was first taken aback, then burst into wild laughter: "Are you that wine gourd? Back then, just to have a sip of wine, you sneaked into King Qin's wine cellar and smashed quite a few of King Qin's wines. I never thought you'd be hiding in this Ghost Market! Haha, since you dare to show your face today, I shall capture you for King Qin and bring you to justice, to bolster my King Qin's prestige!"
The Wine Gourd spat and cursed: "Even with your ability, let's see if you can kill me today!"
With that, the Wine Gourd took off the gourd from his waist, took a swig, and then spat fiercely towards Feng Wuxiu.
