"Senior, please."
Ye Tian raised his wine glass and took a big gulp. Somehow, upon arriving at the Qing Yan Clan, his entire mindset seemed to relax.
"Young human, meeting is fate. You can stay longer in the Qing Yan Clan. Though we are small, the variety of food and wine is quite ample."
Ling Heng said with a smile. He seemed to love drinking and gulped down another big bowl.
"Dad, drink slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you."
Ling Die, a quirky spirit standing behind Ling Heng, snorted, seemingly embarrassed by her father's fast drinking.
Ye Tian chuckled softly.
The other Qing Yan Clan members in the reception hall also burst into laughter.
The atmosphere grew more and more pleasant.
Initially wary of the stranger Ye Tian, the Qing Yan Clan members' caution gradually faded away with each bowl of wine, and the atmosphere became so cheerful that some even started dancing in the hall.
"Ye Tian, do you know how to dance?"
Suddenly, Ling Die asked.
