Was it you that night?

Dongfang Wuya drained the wine from his cup in one gulp, then motioned for Shen Qinghe to fill it again.

Shen Qinghe had no choice but to pour him another cup, and he emptied it as soon as she did.

She knew Dongfang Wuya had a high cultivation base, and that a few cups of wine were nothing to him, but she couldn’t help but remind him, "Uncle Master, please drink slowly, be careful not to harm your health by drinking too hastily."

An Lu, who was beside him, saw Dongfang Wuya drinking so enthusiastically, and having the chance to gaze at him closely, her eyes became blurry with fascination. She found the man in front of her unbelievably handsome.

Because of the alcohol, his lips glistened with wine, which made his thin lips appear even more sensual and alluring. His usually cold peach-blossom eyes now seemed to be filled with peach blossom wine, emitting a gentle shimmer as if beckoning someone to reach out and touch him.

It’s said that beauty beguiles, and the ancients truly did not deceive me.

If she could have a spring encounter with Mr. Wuya, she would gladly accept death!

An Lu swallowed hard, holding her wine cup as she approached Dongfang Wuya with bashful and timid lips, "Disciple An Lu also toasts Uncle Master. After Lu’er finishes this cup, Uncle Master may do as you wish..."

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to cozy up to me?!" Dongfang Wuya, upon hearing An Lu call him Uncle Master, felt disgusted and scolded her without mercy.

An Lu had not expected Dongfang Wuya to be so merciless, her face turned pale, and she didn’t know whether to advance or retreat.

Upon witnessing this scene, Shen Zhiyao remembered An Lu’s desertion in battle in Blue Sky Town and took the opportunity to kick her while she was down, "Mr. Wuya is not someone that just anyone can aspire to. Our Qinghe has a special relationship with Mr. Wuya and is fortunate to be able to call Mr. Wuya Uncle Master. Where did you get the face to dare call Mr. Wuya Uncle Master?"