Drinking strong liquor in great gulps.
Yue Qianfeng looked up at the sky and suddenly said, "Old man, after this you should just stay here with Your Majesty. That fellow Chen Dingye is your descendant, sure, but you're over two hundred years old now, it's not like you have any deep feelings for him anyway, same with the Divine Martial King, isn't that so?"
"They're blood brothers."
"So, that brat Wen Mian is your descendant too, isn't he?"
"Wen Mian is a good lad. He's a good person, his martial arts are strong, he's refined and courteous, but when it's time to fight, he's fierce and brave. A lot better than Chen Dingye!"
Chen Tianqi burst out laughing. "So that's why you're trying to recruit me to surrender."
"No wonder you show up every day to get beaten, sticking your face out just to get hit!"
Yue Qianfeng shook his head and said,
