Feng Jun aimlessly flew around in the air for a while, pausing occasionally to check his mobile phone.
Shen Qingyi watched this scene coldly, thinking that such a respectable cultivator had become part of the "head-down tribe," and his future achievements would be limited—he must have had some incredible luck to inherit great powers from someone.
After flying around for two hours, Feng Jun stopped once again near a cliff.
Seeing this, Shen Qingyi's heart tightened immediately: this place was the largest gate of Kunlun—Nantian Sect!
This time, Feng Jun didn't just stop and leave. He pulled out a sun umbrella, planted it in the ground, set up some chairs and a table, took out a jar of wine, and placed some dried fruit on the table.
Then he shook the snowflakes off his body and calmly sat down.
Next, he took out a cloth, wiped the droplets from his mobile phone screen, then lifted his hand to open the sealed wine jar, and suddenly the aroma of wine filled the air.