Li Hongjiu had no intention of ascending but instead looked up at them and flashed his signature, radiant smile before slowly reaching for the wine jug at his waist.
"Bastards," a group of Yanbao Sect Disciples cursed anxiously.
Guang Haoyou glanced at the rushing vast swarm of Fire Bats and realized it was too late; he gritted his teeth and yelled, "Get down, grab him, and go."
On his signal, the Wind Scales immediately retreated, and five people floated down and semi-circled Li Hongjiu.
Guang Haoyou's face twisted fiercely as he gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Master, forgive us for our rudeness." With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Take him away!"
The meaning was clear—when respected, you are Uncle Master; without respect, there's no courtesy.
The other four immediately reached out to grab him.
