True Person Huang Long: An Actor's Self-Cultivation

"Have we met before?"

Looking at True Person Huang Long before him, Yang Jian asked.

To be honest, if Shen Gongbao had not already introduced True Person Huang Long's identity, then judging by True Person Huang Long's current appearance, Yang Jian might have taken him for some wandering Daoist who had appeared from who knew where to swindle food and drink. He would never have associated him with a Sage's disciple.

Seeing the confusion in Yang Jian's eyes, True Person Huang Long spoke with a solemn expression. "Young Master Yang, those words are too distant. As the saying goes, one may meet again anywhere under heaven. Since we have gathered here today, it means we are fated. Therefore, from this day forth, I, Huang Long, have decided that Young Master Yang is my friend."

Yang Jian: ???

At the side, Shen Gongbao slapped his forehead when he saw True Person Huang Long acting this way, his face full of helplessness.

Senior Brother Huang Long, can you be a little more reliable?

Western Zhou's main camp.

Inside the command tent.

The banquet had already been laid out.

Yet, although Shen Gongbao had arranged the feast to entertain True Person Huang Long, True Person Huang Long relentlessly fawned over Yang Jian instead. He forcibly turned a perfectly good banquet into a stage for bootlicking. Yang Jian could say anything at all, and he would find reasons to analyze and praise it for ages.

Young and accomplished, handsome and extraordinary, harboring great ambitions...

In any case, True Person Huang Long nearly exhausted every flattering phrase he knew.

Of course, True Person Huang Long did not think he was fawning over Yang Jian.

Could the affairs of cultivators be called bootlicking?

Certainly not!

Besides, he was a Sage's disciple.

He was merely speaking