Canglang Martial Hall.
Listening to Wang Jin's words, Jiang Ning felt a trace of warmth rise in his heart, along with a touch of bitterness.
Then he filled both their bowls again, his expression solemn.
"For me, Jiang Ning, to have come this far, I could not have done without Master's teaching and protection back then! Without Master's protection, I would not even have made it past the Cao Family! This bowl is to Master!"
As his words fell, Jiang Ning raised his bowl in a toast to Wang Jin.
Then he drained it in one gulp.
Liquor slid from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and splashing into droplets.
Watching this, Wang Jin revealed a gratified expression.
After Jiang Ning set down his wine bowl,
Wang Jin spoke as well. "To have taken you as my disciple in this life is my own good fortune! Without you, among all the heroes under heaven, who would know of an old man from Luoshui County? I imagine that for the next several hundred years, I may become renowned far and wide because of you."
As he spoke, a hearty smile appeared on Wang Jin's face.
Then he likewise emptied his bowl in one swallow, looking bold and heroic.
Jiang Ning smiled but said no more, merely refilling Wang Jin's bowl.
Wang Jin also cheerfully picked up two pieces of pig's head meat and tossed them into his mouth, his face glowing red.
"Master, there is another reason I came today. I came to ask Teacher's forgiveness!" Jiang Ning said as he poured the wine.
"Ask forgiveness? For what?" Wang Jin looked surprised.
"This disciple took another master while outside," Jiang Ning said.
"What kind of matter is that?" Wang Jin laughed heartily. "Do you know how many masters