Liang Yi instantly sensed what that person was trying to do, a trace of cold laughter flickered in his eyes, as his index finger gently lifted and then fell again, an invisible force affixed to the white jade wine jar, causing it to fly back towards the fan-waving young cultivator at a speed difficult for the naked eye to capture.

That young cultivator had just detonated a strand of spiritual power he had previously attached to the wine jar but, upon looking up, saw to his dismay that the wine he had thrown out was somehow already tossed back at him.

Bang—

The young cultivator couldn't manage to throw it back in time as the wine jar instantly shattered.

Fragments and the fine wine flew together, the rich aroma of wine instantly pervading the entire hall, tempting some of the old drunkards to take a few deep breaths.

But these fragments and wine did not scatter; instead, they were suspended in mid-air, still exuding a peculiar beauty.

"Stagnation? No, it's slowing down..."

Su Youyi blinked and turned her gaze to a black-robed ghost cultivator next to the young cultivator, perceiving the subtlety within.

The speed in that area seemed to have slowed down significantly, which is why the wine and the fragments of the wine jar were hanging in mid-air.

This Daoist skill was very exquisite, even with a hint of the shadow of the Time Law within, and a sect that possessed such a legacy would definitely not be weak, at least it had to be among the stronger kind within the First-Grade Sects.

"Who would have thought that Qingkong Sect, once so submissive, would have the audacity to act against me?"

The young cultivator's face turned ugly, teeth clenched as he glared at Liang Yi.

Different people enjoy sorrow and joy differently; Liang Yi only felt that this person was truly bothersome.

A minor Sixth Realm cultivator, followed by a few Seventh Realm ghost cultivators, actually had the courage to provoke them?

Even if they were concealing their strength, weren't they all openly cultivators at the early stage of Seventh Realm?

These last twenty years, a brain-dead wouldn't be able to pull off such a thing even if given an extra day!

"Shao Du, what are you Ghost Travel Sect's trash babbling about here?"

Wan Tinggui stepped forward and said with a sneer.

"Your big brother Shao Youzhi is now fighting across the Mystical Mechanism Continent, and you're just here eating and drinking? How embarrassing."

"Shut up!"

Shao Du's hands trembled with rage, this damn mongrel of Qingkong Sect really knew which buttons to push!

He did not recognize these people, but he recognized the Qingkong Sect jade tokens on their waists. And Qingkong Sect was a mortal enemy of their Ghost Travel Sect!

Back in the day, Qingkong Sect clung to their Ghost Travel Sect in the Domain of the Puppet Command, then after they grew stronger, they directly ran off to the Moro Domain and clung to Lord Qiu Feng's thigh.

Although Lord Zuo Yongning didn't speak openly about it, the people of Ghost Travel Sect still felt that Lord Zuo Yongning must be very angry, so they started picking on Qingkong Sect everywhere they could.

"Hahaha!"

Shao Du's fluster triggered a burst of raucous laughter from the crowd.

Only then did He Zhiqing and the rest feel relieved. So it wasn't that they had seen through their disguises; it was just a centuries-old feud between sects. That simplified things.

He Zhiqing and the others began to blend into the background, reducing their presence as much as possible.

While Old Man Ju just stroked his belly, only wishing to finish his meal quickly.

Wan Tinggui was also somewhat frustrated. Putting on the Qingkong Sect identity was just for convenience, he hadn't expected to bump into someone from the Ghost Travel Sect here of all places.

"Shao Du, your big brother isn't in the Abyss right now, and if you wet yourself from fear again, no one will stand up for you."

Wan Tinggui crossed his arms, looking at Shao Du with a condescending gaze, mixed with a hint of mockery.

"Go, rip her mouth apart for me! I want her to wish she was dead!"

Shao Du had two great hatreds in life: one was hating others for mentioning he wet himself from fear, and the other was hating when others brought up how he always relied on his big brother. Now Wan Tinggui had just disco-danced straight into a minefield, publicly, no less!

Shao Du's rationale evaporated in an instant, his chest burning with fury as he roared his command.

By the table, the five ghost cultivators who received the order stood up instantly, their eyes lighting up with a faint blue glow. With a flick of their robes, countless pale ghosts appeared all over the sky!

Yet Wan Tinggui was far from panic-stricken. In fact, he took a certain delight in the disaster, just as the rest of the people in the restaurant appeared to enjoy the show.

But upon seeing Wan Tinggui's eerie smile, Shao Du felt a sudden pang of dread, silently sensing that something was amiss.