He could already imagine how his status within his family's merchant association would soar once the news of Qin Yan's promotion to Holy Son spread completely.
Those clan elders who usually could not care less about him would probably be scrambling to ask him about Qin Yan.
If Qin Yan went even further in the future and stepped into the True King or even True Emperor Realm, just how high would Shen Wanqian's standing in the merchant association be elevated?
Just imagining it made the smile lines on his round face deepen a little more.
Qin Yan merely smiled faintly and raised his wine cup to lightly clink Shen Wanqian's wine bowl.
"Qin Yan, cheers."
At that moment, Huang Jiuli, seated beside them, raised a jade cup filled with amber liquor and tipped back her head, downing the entire cup of Phoenix Brew in one gulp, looking free and bold.
The Phoenix Brew carried a gentle, sweet fragrance upon entering the mouth, yet after sliding down her throat, it turned into a warm flame that rose through her chest and abdomen.
Qin Yan also raised his cup and clinked it with hers before drinking it dry. That warmth slid down his throat into his stomach, dispelling some of the chill brought by the night wind.
Jiang Li and Lin Qingyue sat side by side nearby. The wine in front of them had barely been touched; they spent more time watching the others exchange toasts.
At that moment, a complicated light flickered faintly in Lin Qingyue's eyes.
Like Qin Yan, she was a Martial Artist who had come from Blue Star, and they had traveled together for a long time aboard that star shuttle bound for the Mystic Sanctuary.
Two years ago, although there had been a gap between them, it