"How did you get here!? It just so happens that today is my great day of joy. You came at the perfect time—we brothers haven't shared a drink in ages!" Wei He was genuinely delighted.
Ever since he had come to this world, he had never truly felt settled.
All along the way, he had merely drifted with the current, passively carried wherever it took him. But now, things were different.
The thought of his own bloodline growing within Wan Qingqing's belly gave him another tie to this world, another connection.
All nine of his arts had now entered Force, and his entire bearing was utterly different from before.
Moreover, after leading the Myriad Poison Sect for so long, he had gradually acquired a solemn air of authority. Every gesture carried more decisiveness, more of a word that could not be overturned.
Wang Shaojun, however, only gave a bitter smile.
"Some time ago, the Destroyer Nest Alliance won a great victory. In the Prefectural City, they joined forces with Wushi Sect experts and wiped out two nests in one stroke.
But Prefectural Commandant Chen Ling appeared in time and rescued Xue Zhong and Chen Xuemu, the overall commanders of Xunri and Liuye in Taizhou. Surely news of this has reached you as well?"
Wei He froze for a moment, then smiled.
"Of course I know. But I now live in seclusion deep in the mountains and no longer concern myself with such matters. This is still a fine piece of news, worthy of celebration!" He raised his wine cup.
Wang Shaojun shook his head and lightly clinked cups with him.
"I truly came this time because I have a favor to ask."
"Oh?" The smile on Wei He's face faded. "No rush." He lowered his voice and exchanged a few