Settling In

The smell of alcohol in this room became even stronger, and Fei Hong rolled around several times before it stabilized. There were a lot of shelves in the room, and some sundries were placed on them messily. And sitting in front of a broken table against the wall drinking, was an old man who looked very decadent, and was drinking the wine in his hand.

Lin Quan stood by the side, but did not speak, and watched the old man drinking.

Fei Hong didn't dare to make a sound anymore, standing behind Lin Quan, enduring the strong smell of alcohol.

Finally, after the old man had finished drinking, he burped, and then looked at Fei Hong with a face glowing with wine: "New disciple? Didn't twenty people come a few days ago, why is there another one? Hehe, and his aptitude is so poor, he looks like a blacksmith...hehe!"

Fei Hong was immediately embarrassed, and wished he could put the old man in a sack and beat him hard.