This was the first time in over three years they hadn't seen each other. Today marked the first time in over three years they sat down together for a deep conversation. For the most part, Li Qingyun spoke, while Li Qingyun listened.
First, Li Qingyun talked about his journey to the War School, how he eventually became the top student there, and finally how his father handed over the team leadership to him.
They talked and laughed cheerfully; their laughter mingled with the clinking of wine glasses. From noon till dusk, the fourth floor was littered with empty wine bottles. The two brothers spent the entire afternoon talking and drinking.
"I owe you a lifetime, Li Qingyun!" cried Li Qingyun painfully, lying on the table with tears streaming down his face, slurring his words as he spoke.
