Mo Ci nodded in agreement. "Boss, there are still about two years left, so there's no need to rush. Take it slow. Once your father finishes his work, he'll definitely come looking for you. Even if you can't learn Soul Tool manufacturing from him, you can still go to the Clear Sky Sect and learn from your uncle.
Besides, Soul Tool manufacturing is only our last-resort safeguard to keep the forge from going under. Our main business is still Hidden Weapons like the Godly Zhuge Crossbow. With everyone working together, I'm sure we can develop even more terrifying Hidden Weapons."
After saying that, he glanced at Qing Feng, pointed at the wine cup before him, and said, "You still owe me two cups of wine! Drink up. Stop dragging this out."
Qing Feng immediately pulled a long face. Damn it, he only knows how to pick on me. It's not like I wasn't going to drink. I just talked a little longer, that's all. He picked up his cup and drained it in one gulp, then promptly poured himself another and finished that as well. "There, I've drunk the two cups I owed you."
Tang San quickly said, "Brother Qing Feng, don't just focus on drinking. Eat some food too, or you'll get drunk." As he spoke, he picked up a piece of chicken and placed it in Qing Feng's bowl.
Seeing the boss place a piece of chicken in his bowl, Qing Feng gave Mo Ci a provocative look. He picked up the chicken with his chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and began chewing.
How could Mo Ci not understand what the fellow was thinking? He was simply trying to show off. It held no temptation for Mo Ci at all. He picked up a piece of fish