Two True Saint-level old acquaintances from the same universe—neither was any more refined than the other. Big brother should not laugh at second brother: one had Old Wang the Sixth, while the other had a little padded jacket full of holes.
Clearly, Mei Yukong's counterattack could not possibly affect Wang Zesheng. Instead, he burst into laughter.
Only the occasion was inappropriate; otherwise, he would have thrown an arm around the old demon's shoulders. Heroes cherished heroes, followed by sighs of feeling, raised cups, and a thousand cups too few when wine met a kindred soul.
As for now? Wang Zesheng could only express his feelings through the light of his mind.
He spared no beautiful words. "Brother Mei, I must say, you truly know how to raise a daughter. This girl possesses hidden divine grace, Ice Skin, Jade Bones, and peerless elegance. She stands above the mortal world—truly extraordinary."
Yet in the face of his praise, Mei Yukong's nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes. He did not give him a pleasant look at all and had no desire to speak further.
Wang Zesheng said, "Old demon, we have not met for several eras, but the friendship between us has not been severed by time. On the contrary, I feel it is like aged wine—the longer it sits, the richer it becomes."
Upon hearing this, Mei Yukong immediately became wary. He said nothing, merely looked at him, clearly on guard.
Wang Zesheng was exceedingly warm. "Brother Mei, look at how close we are. You had a daughter in your old age, and my family just happens to have an exceptionally outstanding youngest son. This is simply a match made in heaven. We can make kinship upon kinship—we are all one family."
As he spoke, he even