Qin Feiyang looked at the two with suspicion and asked, "Is there something you need?"
The young man in leopard skin smiled and said, "My name is Mu Qing, and this is my sister, Mu Xue'er. May I ask for your esteemed name?"
"Xui Ping."
Qin Feiyang casually made up a name.
"Xui Ping?"
Mu Qing looked at Qin Feiyang and laughed, "May I ask, Brother Xui, from which tribe do you hail?"
Qin Feiyang smiled faintly. "I am just a Loose Cultivator."
"A Loose Cultivator?"
Mu Qing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. "Brother Xui, since fate brought us together, shall we go for a few drinks?"
"Huh!"
Qin Feiyang was surprised. What's with this person? Is he being overly friendly?
Qin Feiyang said, "Thank you, Brother Mu, but I have other matters to attend to. Perhaps we can meet another day if fate allows."
"Is that so?" Mu Qing, a trace of disappointment on his face, nodded and smiled. "Alright then, we'll have a hearty drink when we meet next time. Farewell."
"Farewell."
