583 Here Comes Trouble! (1/2)

Feng Xiange sighed and said, ”In truth, one of my purposes is to find Supreme Cloud. Of course, the main one is to find an heir. I don't have long to live, I have to pass on the wine I've treasured all my life. I am exceptionally prideful of this legacy.”

Yun Yang's gaze flickered as he listened to Feng Xiange from the side, but he maintained a straight face.

He was Supreme Cloud, he was the main culprit behind the havoc between the Empire of Ziyou and the one who carried the name God of Wine. As one of the two main goals behind Feng Xiange's reappearance, he had figured as much. However, he was surprised to discover that Feng Xiange's purpose included his wine and legacy.

Ling Xiaozui glimpsed at Yun Yang, a ghost of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

The more they chatted, the more congenial they became. Yun Yang did not dare interject too much; he played the role of a listener well. After all, he was a junior and his ability was very limited. It was already a fortune to be able to sit with these four experts, a destiny made in heaven; if he were to spew nonsense, that would be arrogant and overconfident of him.

However, Yun Yang was amused as he listened to the quartet's chat. The four of them took their turns to complain, one after another. It was somewhat of a surprise that each of these masterly experts at the top of the world had their own pains, their unaccomplished wishes; it was a stark contrast from their identities as legendary myths.

'I see it now. There is a camaraderie as these masterly experts are gathered together, just like how commoners group together. They need not put on a mysterious front and can show their true selves. If I didn't see this with my own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that the usual myths about masterly experts being unworldly and untainted is totally different from reality!'

Yun Yang thought it was unusually interesting to see the four old men chatter animatedly and sometimes argue with flustered expressions.

It had to be mentioned that some relationships could be formed rapidly. No matter how powerful or skilled the legends or experts were, how far on top of the world they stood, they were no exception!

The dish that disappeared the soonest from the table was, of course, Yun Yang's Chinese cabbage and tofu. The big wok full of dishes was easily wiped away by the quartet so quickly that Yun Yang did not even manage to get a few mouthfuls. In addition, the four old men shamelessly forced Yun Yang to make another wok of dishes; they glared at him until he was somewhat reticent to refuse their request, afraid of being trashed unmercifully.

Yun Yang was speechless and very much helpless about the whole affair.

'I'm here to make friends. I haven't even spoken of my purpose and all of you are forcing me to be your chef. Is this really good behavior?'

He had only made a few arguments before he had received a swift kick to his rear end and his head was painfully rapped. Finally, understanding that the situation was more overwhelming than he was, and since he was helpless due to his weaker capability, he could only slink away and cook in a docile manner...

Still, Yun Yang managed to indulge in his wild imagination during the process.

'What if I secretly spit in the food? I don't think the four old men will realize. They'll have to eat my saliva then…'

In spite of it, although the tempting thought remained as it was in his mind, he was not bold enough to execute it. If he were to be found out… a wallop was the least of his concerns; his life was more important…

When the second wok of Chinese cabbage tofu was served, Yun Yang hurriedly picked up his chopsticks with the intention to gobble a few additional mouthfuls. Yet the four old things around him wore slightly harassed expressions.

At the same time, an overwhelming force of oppression came sweeping in.

The oppressive force came abruptly, without a sign, and was incredibly tyrannical. If Yun Yang were to face it on his own, he might have died directly from the force; even if he were lucky to survive, severe damage would have been unavoidable.

Ling Xiaozui was seen subtly straightening up. Suddenly, a glow lashed out from him and a strong force field surged outward, enveloping Yun Yang as he faced the uninvited force head on. Ling Xiaozui's gaze turned sharp like arrows, gazing far into the darkness.