Gazing at Yi Chen's majestic figure, with his arm slung over a ferocious tiger, a fierce dragon tattooed on his back, and a blue ox wandering around his waist and abdomen, radiating a deadly aura, the young man in white felt a moment of surprise in his heart.
He hadn't truly recognized when such a character had emerged from the Dao Sect, and had even thought it was a devil cultivator who preferred to dress as a Daoist...
But he was no match for him, and if the man before him said he was a Buddhist monk, he would have dared to believe it.
The young man in white had a full face of ingratiating smiles as he picked up the jug and cup, pouring a jar of fine wine for Yi Chen.
Yi Chen gave him a glance, retracted his Cultivation Body, swept his large sleeve, and knocked the fine wine on the table to the ground.
"Pour another cup, use a bigger bowl, are you looking down on me with such a small one?"