Chen Yang's expression turned slightly cold.
This Zhang Zongbao, his actions are a bit too much.
Leaning on the chair, Chen Yang picked up a glass of wine from the table, sipping slowly, yet his eyes were coldly sizing up that Zhang Zongbao.
Then he spoke out coldly.
"Gentlemen, since the Wine Sect doesn't have what you desire, why must you press so aggressively?"
Chen Yang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chill that spread from the hall to the courtyard. Upon hearing it, Zhang Zongbao, for no apparent reason, shuddered.
Following the sound, he looked into the hall and instantly saw the speaker: a young man holding a glass of wine, sitting there tasting the wine, without even the slightest intention of standing up.
At first, Zhang Zongbao was startled.
Then he became furious.
