Senior Sister Yan Li downed a jar of wine and said, "You're mine now."

Bai Yu nodded. Senior Sister Yan Li was his guiding senior brother and had helped him several times. It could be said that he already bore Senior Sister Yan Li's mark. Her enemies were his enemies. Those aristocratic disciples would naturally see him as an opponent.

Bai Yu chuckled, "Senior Sister, with you drinking, I'll just cling to your thigh from now on. If you have any orders, just say the word."

To navigate both sides, one must possess transcendent strength. A small character swaying like a fence-sitter would only be targeted by both sides. Better to cling tightly to Senior Sister Yan Li's thigh; after all, she was a disciple of the sect leader, and her thigh was thick enough.