"Jiantao, what are you standing there for? Mr. Chen and the others have come from afar, hurry up and prepare some drinks!" Hu Yiqing glanced at Hu Jiantao.
Hu Jiantao nodded and immediately went into the house, finding a bottle of fine wine that had been stored for many years. But before pouring the wine, he specially added something to Chen Feng's cup.
"This is the Shixiang Ruanjinsan Powder that makes the world's martial artists lose their nerve! I guarantee that after you drink it, you'll become a cripple! Killing you will be as easy as slaughtering a chicken!" Hu Jiantao said with smug satisfaction.
Then he carried the glasses out, distributing one to each person present, and specially handed the spiked one to Chen Feng, "Mr. Chen, I was ignorant before and offended you. This drink is my apology to you."
"There's no need for drinks," Chen Feng waved his hand, "Where are the medicinal ingredients I requested?"