Xu Yi hurriedly rose to his feet and clasped his fists. "Mr. Zhenlin, this is far too valuable, far too valuable. I wouldn't dare accept such a generous gift. I wouldn't dare."
He had never heard of Spring Blossom Autumn Dew, but from the wine's appearance and Liu Zhenlin's solemn attitude, he could tell that it was an extraordinary brew.
"What's with all this 'Mr.' nonsense? From now on, we're brothers. I'll presume on our friendship and ask you to call me Brother Zhenlin."
Liu Zhenlin left his seat, grabbed Xu Yi by the arm, and pressed him back into his chair, laughing heartily.
He had taken a new look at Xu Yi this time, not merely because the gift Xu Yi had sent was extremely valuable, but, more importantly, because the Sumeru Ring Xu Yi had given him made him feel a different kind of respect.
He had received countless gifts in his life, and plenty of them had been lavish, but he knew that people gave him presents and fawned over him only because a mighty Divine Venerable stood behind him.
Because of his lack of talent, it was difficult for him to advance his cultivation. Meanwhile, the people he usually associated with were all Yang Venerables.
Yang Venerables regarded anyone beneath their realm as little more than ants, and would not even consider them cultivators.
He knew this well.
Thus, whenever people gave him gifts, they were always Spirit Stones and nothing else.
But the gift Xu Yi had given him this time included not only Spirit Stones, but pills as well—and, most importantly, a wondrous talisman.
It was plain that Xu Yi regarded Liu as a fellow cultivator, one of their own.
To Liu Zhenlin, who was accustomed to receiving gifts, that respect was more precious