Heh, God of Death's Left Hand and Sanguine Warflag were indeed birds of the same feather that flock together. The way they spoke and did things were equally brainless.
To the cunning guys of Quan Zhen Sect, such actions were almost idiotic. Everyone looked at God of Death's Left Hand with despise and said, "There is fire in your own backyard. Why are you still here?"
"Hehe!" God of Death's Left Hand held his wine cup and said, "This is the first time I'm tasting such expensive wine. I'll leave after I'm done. Fearless, come, cheers."
As he spoke, God of Death's Left Hand lifted his wine cup and emptied it. He casually grabbed the wine cup in front of Vainglory for himself then patted Vainglory's head and said naggingly, "Young friend, you can't drink at your age. Get some milk instead."
"I…" Vainglory rolled his eyes in anger.
Quan Zhen Sect, "…"