Gathering Immortal Pavilion.
"Big Brother Lin, let me wish you in advance success in attaining the Dao and establishing your foundation, with your immortal path flourishing forever."
Inside the private room, Li Erniu raised his cup with a broad smile. Compared to a few years ago, he had clearly filled out considerably.
Shen Lie, seated beside him, also raised his cup with a smile. "Brother Lin, this isn't my fault. Once they found out, they insisted on coming along."
"Big Brother Lin, may your immortal path flourish forever." Lu Qingqing, seated to one side, smiled as she raised her cup as well.
Even Wei Yiyi, who had become habitually silent ever since that incident, rarely raised his cup. Recalling the reckless arrogance of his youth, an awkward look surfaced on his face.
"Brother Lin, I was disrespectful back then. If my fellow Daoists hadn't helped me afterward, I might have long since died on the streets of the Market."
Looking at everyone, Lin Chang'an smiled and raised his cup with them, saying with feeling,
"A lifetime spans only a few decades, while the road of cultivation stretches endlessly. To have three or five true friends is already a blessing from Heaven. Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
As everyone raised their cups, sincere smiles appeared on their faces, along with traces of memories.
The Cultivation World was ever-changing and storm-tossed. They had known one another since their youth, and the fact that they could all still be alive and gathered here today was fortunate enough.
At the wine table, everyone was filled with joy and reminiscence. After all, they were already a group of people in their fifties who understood the decrees of fate.
Given the hundred-odd-year lifespan of Qi Refining cultivators in the Cultivation World, they could be said to have lived half