"As long as you understand."
Seeing that he had a firm grasp of the situation, Wu Kuang said no more. A smile returned to his face as he raised his refilled wine cup:
"Let's dispense with the formalities. Just have a good drink with this old man tonight. The next time we wish to drink together, I'm afraid I'll have to come and impose on you in the Prefecture City."
"Sir, you speak too seriously."
Chen Sheng also raised his cup, smiling. "The Prefecture City may be far, but Changshan Mountain is where I made my start. Is there any reason I wouldn't return?"
"Well said! When you have free time in the future, you must make a point to come back and visit."
Wu Kuang roared with laughter and ordered the dishes, long since prepared, to be brought out. As they exchanged toasts, the atmosphere grew lively, and it felt as if they had returned to the days of old—plotting side by side, savoring their victories and vengeances.
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