"How could that be?"
Ye Lin followed behind Zhuge Yun with an embarrassed smile, not knowing what he could say in reply.
At the end of the day, he had never truly acknowledged Zhuge Yun as his master. In this life, he had only ever had two masters.
Zhuge Yun had helped him, but very little. Just as Zhuge Yun himself had said, they had the name of master and disciple, but none of the reality.
There was no karmic entanglement between them. Even if Ye Lin had not come to see him or bid him farewell, it would have been perfectly understandable.
Following Zhuge Yun to the front of a cave, Ye Lin watched as Zhuge Yun felt his way into the darkness. Not long after, Zhuge Yun emerged with two huge jars of fine wine in his arms.
"Come, drink with me. This old man has never had a drink before—your mistress wouldn't allow it. But she just happens to be away today, so keep me company and let's have a grand drinking bout."
Laughing, Zhuge Yun tossed a jar of wine to Ye Lin, who hurriedly caught it.
He then pulled out the stopper and took a fierce gulp.
"Fine wine."
As the wine went down his throat, Ye Lin's eyes lit up. This wine was unlike any other. The wine Zhuge Yun had given him went down incredibly smoothly, rich and mellow, without the slightest burn.
Moreover, it seemed to contain a strange phenomenon, making it incomparably delicious.
For Ye Lin, who did not really know how to drink, drinking was merely about tasting the flavor. He could not discern anything deeper than that.
"Hahaha, you brat, I brewed this wine myself. I wouldn't trade it for anything, no matter who asked. You can count yourself