Mo Zigui and Zhao Ritian walked up to each other, face-to-face.
Zhao Ritian frowned deeply, hostility flashing from his eyes. "Hmph! I'll give you some face!"
Mo Zigui narrowed his eyes. "Tch! My pawn-tool junior brother!"
Mo Zigui suddenly broke into a smile and cupped his fists. "Junior Brother, from now on, we're brothers of the same sect! Please guide me well!"
Zhao Ritian froze and looked back at Fishing Elder.
Fishing Elder said, "Ritian, why aren't you paying respects to your Senior Disciple Brother?"
Zhao Ritian had no choice but to drop to one knee and cup his fists. "Zhao Ritian pays respects to Senior Disciple Brother!"
Long Aotian, standing behind them, was practically in tears.
When will I ever get a day like this!? Sob, sob, sob...
Mo Zigui hurriedly helped him up. "You're too courteous, Junior Brother. Please rise."
Mo Zigui pulled Zhao Ritian to his feet, his face full of smiles as he took Zhao Ritian's hand. "Ritian, you and I brothers did not know one another before. But now that we have sincerely entered Master's sect, we are brothers for life! From now on, whenever you need your Senior Disciple Brother, I will certainly do everything in my power and treat you with sincerity!"
Zhao Ritian was stunned. "Senior Disciple Brother, you... mean that!?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Mo Zigui smiled. "Times have changed. You and I are fellow sect brothers now!"
Zhao Ritian was moved. He turned to Long Aotian. "Look at him!"
Long Aotian rolled his eyes.
Mo Zigui said, "Master, our sect doesn't have a name yet."
"Oh! Right!"
Fishing Elder thought for a moment. "Tiangang muddled through and came up with some Yan Zhao Sect. That name sounds utterly ridiculous. We need to be more proper."
Fishing Elder paced back and forth.