What did it mean to distinguish between friend and foe?
What Ye Zhen was doing right now was exactly that.
The five sect masters of the Five Immortals Sect were all waiting in the side hall to meet Ye Zhen. After seeing off the previous batch of guests, Ye Zhen merely sent someone to invite Heavenly Luck Sect Master Su Chilun over.
As for the other four sect masters of the Five Immortals Sect, they could wait for now!
When he met Su Chilun, Ye Zhen solemnly expressed his thanks, thanking Su Chilun for his steadfast support during the period when something had happened to Ye Zhen. It was only because of that that the North Sea had avoided the devastating losses Ye Zhen could not bear to witness.
After offering his thanks, Ye Zhen was in no hurry to meet the other Five Immortals Sect masters. Instead, he had tea and snacks brought out and began chatting over wine with Heavenly Luck Sect's chief sect master, Su Chilun.
"Marshal Ye, you're putting this old man over the fire to roast." Su Chilun understood Ye Zhen's hospitality, but his face was full of bitter laughter. "The five of us are fellow disciples, after all. Yet Marshal Ye is seeing only this old man while leaving the other four out in the cold. I'm afraid life in the sect will be difficult for me afterward!"
Ye Zhen handed Su Chilun a cup of wine. "Elder Su, then are you saying I should treat all five branches of the Five Immortals Sect equally?"
Su Chilun drained the wine Ye Zhen had offered in a single sip. He looked at Ye Zhen, but did not answer.
Ye Zhen personally lifted the wine pot and refilled Su Chilun's cup. "Elder Su, grudges and favors