Hatred

Chu Li smiled and agreed. Before long, the dishes were served.

Yang Lingfeng ordered the servant to bring in twenty jars of wine.

"Brother Du, this is our very own wine, brewed exclusively in the Snow Lunar Pavilion. It will surely taste strong enough! Come, drink!" Yang Lingfeng raised his jar and proceeded to fill everyone's bowls. After that, he lifted his own bowl and said aloud, "Kill Feng Shaohua, let's drink to that!"

"Kill Feng Shaohua! Cheers!" the crowd followed suit.

Chu Li smiled and gulped down the whole bowl of wine.

Their anger and hatred towards Feng Shaohua were real and deep.

The dishes may not have been as delicious as the ones at the Leisure Cloud Pub, but they were very fresh when served. Chu Li was not very particular about it as he drank several more bowls of wine. He chatted happily with the people there, talking about funny stories in the martial arts world, and the interesting stuff that happened downhill.