C415 What do you want from me

In a dilapidated tavern, Bu Tiansheng lazily sat there, holding a glass of turbid wine in his hand. He slowly drank it all, as if it were a delicacy and wine.

The curtain of the tavern was lifted by someone and a gust of cold wind blew in. The people inside all shrunk their necks and cursed a few words.

An old man stooped over with a wooden staff in his hand