Martial World Dangers, Wine, Insults and Unwanted Bonding.

Yang Wei wore a disdainful expression that screamed, "You're not welcome," to Wu Fengtian, who nervously chuckled, sensing the unwelcome vibe. Pouring wine into separate cups, Wu Fengtian tried to break the ice. "This is some top-notch wine; you'll love it," he claimed.

Seated at one end of the table, Yang Wei yawned and nonchalantly responded, "Whatever."

As Wu Fengtian prepared to sit down, Yang Wei interrupted, saying, "Stand. I'd prefer to keep your weasel germs away from Lingxi's belongings."

Wu Fengtian gritted his teeth.

This bastard, son of a bitch! He must think he's hot stuff simply because he could best the Young Master, charm Big Sister Liu, and condense a better dragon sword than Sun Yuying! Well, he's got his reasons, but he's still cultivation trash!

He glared at Yang Wei, who obliviously looked away, casually picking his nose.