The room was brightly lit.
The eldest brother took a big gulp of wine and said straightforwardly, "It's done."
Ling Feng heaved a sigh of relief.
"Many thanks, eldest martial brother. I owe you a favor this time!"
Eldest brother did not speak. He picked up the gourd and took a few more sips of wine.
Ling Feng thought about it and felt a little guilty. This was his own matter, and he felt guilty for troubling his senior brother.
"Eldest senior brother, I..."
Just as he opened his mouth, eldest senior brother's gourd was suddenly placed on the table.
The force was considerable because the table fell apart directly.
"My beloved table, you're so pitiful!" Ling Yun shouted.
Ling Feng didn't care about these.
"What happened?" he asked.
Eldest senior brother's face was extremely gloomy, like the prelude to a storm. Ling Feng's premonition was strong.