Little Lingxu Peak, Little Lingxu Building.
Zheng Hai took a sip of Spirit Wine, deliberately showing a look of resentment on his face.
"You're now an inner sect disciple, but why are you being stingier than before? Inviting me to drink at the Little Lingxu Building doesn't match your noble status at all."
"At least it should be the Drunken Immortal Tower on Little Golden Crow Peak, not the Ascending Immortal Pavilion on Azure Dragon Peak."
Han Yi glared at Zheng Hai annoyedly: "Get lost."
Zheng Hai quickly withdrew his resentful expression, his face full of laughter.
"But this isn't bad either, at least you were considerate enough to invite me to drink at Little Lingxu Peak."
Han Yi put down his wine and let out a sigh: "Damn, why was I chosen to be part of the first batch of participants? My luck is so bad."
Zheng Hai remained expressionless: "Han Yi, who are you grumbling for? Are you secretly pleased in your heart?"