In the courtyard.
"Such excellent wine!" Lu Qingshan quietly tasted a small sip of the fine wine, then opened his eyes to express his admiration.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning smiled.
"With the Valley Master personally visiting, and even going as far as to heal my elder brother's paralyzed arm, I naturally have to serve the best wine I have," Jiang Ning said.
Lu Qingshan waved his hand: "It was just a visit and a helping hand. It's nothing much!"
"I will surely remember this kindness in my heart!" Jiang Ning spoke as he raised the bowl of splendid wine in his hand, "I toast a bowl to the Valley Master!"
"One swig!" Lu Qingshan raised his bowl for a toast, declaring.
"Of course!" Jiang Ning said.
The next moment.
Both men took a swig of their drink, and the cold liquor spilled from the corners of their mouths, falling to the ground and releasing a faint chill.
