The House has Collapsed

"Haha! Haha, it seems like a good blade always remains sharp, Sir Qin!"

"Let me show you whether my blade is still sharp or not!"

A howl of laughter burst out next door, seemingly making the entire House Yunyan tremble.

They didn't know which b*stard was laughing his head off and pounding on the wall. Ren Baqian watched as the dust scattered from a roof beam and fell into his glass.

First, Tong Zhenye's face turned black. Next, he restrained himself and said loudly, "Let's drink, cut people with big swords, drink a big mouthful, and sing with loud voices! This is how an aboriginal male should be!"

"Sir Tong is right!" Feng Hou was the first to agree. He was practically tearing his windpipe apart as he shouted.

Thereafter, the volume of all sorts of noises in the hall suddenly grew very loud. Ge Yihong kept pounding on the table, and Ren Baqian saw that the slate beneath the table had already cracked!