Wei Han grimaced and drummed his fingers against the table, “Shopkeeper Liu, it’s not that I’m not giving you face, but didn’t you hear this brat say that she wants me to kowtow to her? This is not something that a month or two of alcohol fees can solve. You’d better just stand at the side and observe.

“Don’t worry, no matter how big this matter becomes today, I, Wei Han, will take responsibility for all of it. I will not implicate the Ask Immortal Building. I am being very sincere right now. If you still regard me as a friend, then you should just sit down.”

“Sword Immortal Wei, you’re awesome!”

“He even refused a whole month of alcohol charges, I am seriously impressed.”

“Tsk, tsk. It seems like there will be something big happening here today; quickly ask everyone to come over and watch the show!”

Wei Han scolded loudly, “Scram, all of you! I’m not here to put on a show for you.” At this moment, his face changed slightly. He put down his wine cup, got up, and cupped his hands, “Uncle, why are you here?”

The old daoist walked over calmly with a sword on his back. When everyone heard what Wei Han said, the commotion slowly died down.

“Wei Han, if you still remember to call me ‘uncle’, you will stop blowing this matter out of proportion now.”

Wei Han laughed bitterly.

The old daoist widened his eyes, “What? Are you going to debate this matter with me? Do you want me to sell the sword...