Chrysanthemum Douluo picked up the thread. "What you said before about traveling the continent after retirement and enjoying all the beauty life has to offer-we thought that sounded pretty good. Who knows how many years it'll be before we get that chance?"
In truth, Qin Yuan's relationship with the two had been nothing special at first, merely the usual relationship between seniors and a junior.
But all three of them were old geezers, and between old geezers, there was little a drinking session couldn't resolve.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo served at the Papal Palace, and with Bibi Dong being a harsh, ungrateful mistress, their lives were far too stifling.
Qin Yuan, on the other hand, had always taken an open-minded approach to life. Under his influence, their outlook gradually changed, and they came to wholeheartedly agree with his attitude toward living. As time passed, they grew increasingly close.
Qin Yuan had a god's-eye view and knew very well what fate awaited them.
If no one intervened, Ghost Douluo would one day die to the Sea God Trident. Afterward, Chrysanthemum Douluo's standing would plummet, and he, too, would die at Tang San's hands.
If Qin Yuan and Dugu Bo shared a genuine friendship that transcended age, then what Qin Yuan shared with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo was friendship, pure and simple.
Their acquaintance had begun with Ghost Douluo's appreciation for Qin Yuan and the singular velvet sky chrysanthemum seeds Qin Yuan had gifted them. As they spent more time together, they became drinking buddies who could talk about anything, and eventually brothers bound by something deeper.
"Enough of that. There's an inn up ahead. We're not leaving until we're drunk."
Late that night, after several rounds of drinks.
Seeing Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo asleep with their heads