"Has the true master returned?" The Blood Demon Hand Yan Que, who once chased Wang Daozhong to the heavens without a path and to the earth without a door, greeted the two with a smile at Chen Yi's hotel: "I didn't expect to see Sect Master Li's esteemed presence, how fortunate."
Li Shentong smiled without speaking.
Yan Que poured wine for the two, raised a bowl in respect: "I wonder if the true master's injuries affect his ability to drink? If he can't drink, that's fine, I toast Sect Master Li."
These words seemed casual, but in fact, they were a subtle test to see how injurged Yuxu really was. If the renowned Yuxu, who liked brewing his own wine, dared not drink, it would be best to pray that Li Shentong accompanies you for life.
The two old friends naturally noticed this little trick, and in fact saw deeper, but they didn't care at all. Both raised their bowls and drank cleanly: "Having just returned from Chang'an, our mouths are as dull as a bird."
