Gu Kehan stared at Fan Lang. Their eyes met, both of their gazes calm and unruffled.
Only the weak blustered; the strong inspired awe without anger.
After staring at each other for a moment, Gu Kehan suddenly said, "Drink!"
He grabbed a clay wine jar and tossed it to Fan Lang, who caught it in one hand.
Fan Lang tore off the seal and took a deep gulp. It was a potent brew specially made by the Ancient Clan, and it tasted as awful as could be.
"Eat meat!" Gu Kehan tossed a roasted beast leg to Fan Lang.
Fan Lang caught it and began devouring it in huge bites.
At the sight, a faint smile finally appeared on Gu Kehan's gaunt old face, like an iceberg thawing.
"If you drink our wine and eat our meat, then you are our friend. Someone, bring our friend a seat!"
Someone immediately brought Fan Lang a stone chair.
Fan Lang sat down, officially joining them as a guest.
"Fan Lang, you have come from afar as a guest. Drink when you should drink, eat when you should eat, and do not stand on ceremony. Although our Ancient Clan is poor, we still have this much wine and meat," said Gu Kehan.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Clan Chief. You are an elder, far older than I am. Let me offer you a toast." Fan Lang raised the large wine bowl on the table and saluted Gu Kehan from afar.
Both men drained their bowls in one go.
After three rounds of wine, Gu Kehan gradually became more talkative.
"I have dealt with your master many times, so we are old acquaintances. Your master is quite the businessman. He has traded pills with us many times and made quite a profit. He is