Inside a grand hall.
The table was laden with steaming, delectable dishes.
Seated before it were only Su Yi, Fang Han, Liang Wenyu, and Fang Yourong.
There was no one else.
"Brother Su, let Liang offer you a toast first."
Holding up his wine cup, Liang Wenyu said with a smile, "Your lifesaving grace toward Fang Han is a debt Yourong and I will certainly repay!"
With that, he drained the cup in one gulp.
Immediately afterward, Fang Yourong also raised her cup in toast, her words filled with respect and warmth.
Su Yi raised his cup to each of them and did not decline.
Only after three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes had passed did Fang Han finally lose patience and ask, "Elder Sister, how did you and Brother Liang meet?"
Liang Wenyu and Fang Yourong exchanged a smile, as though they had anticipated this all along.
"I'll tell it."
A trace of reminiscence surfaced in Fang Yourong's starry eyes as she slowly recounted how she had met Liang Wenyu.
Three years ago, Fang Yourong had been treated as a slave by traffickers and sold to an evil-path cultivator.
That evil-path cultivator called himself the Azure Flame Daoist. He was the leader of an evil-path faction, with a host of evil cultivators serving under him.
After buying Fang Yourong, the Azure Flame Daoist had intended to use her fresh blood as a medicinal catalyst to refine a cauldron of pills.
When Fang Yourong sensed that something was amiss, she seized an opportunity while the Azure Flame Daoist was off guard and escaped alive.
But while she was still fleeing, the Azure Flame Daoist caught up with her alongside his subordinates. At the critical moment, Liang Wenyu, who happened to be traveling outside, passed by. He slew