"Senior Chen Chen."
The Qi Clan head stood at Chen Qiu's table with a wine cup in hand, looking at Chen Qiu with utmost respect, his voice trembling slightly. "I never imagined I'd be fortunate enough to offer a toast to such a great figure as you. I hardly know what to say. I'll drain this cup—may your blessings be as vast as the Eastern Sea!"
With that, he emptied the cup in one gulp.
Jiang Buping, seated nearby, rolled his eyes irritably. "Want to add 'may your life be as long as the southern mountains' too?"
"It's fine."
Chen Qiu chuckled softly, not particularly bothered. He raised his own cup in a distant return toast. Before he knew it, he had become a great figure himself. Yet it felt as though not much time had passed since those days when he chopped firewood in Windward City.
Time passed quickly.
And immediately after—
With the Qi Clan head taking the lead, everyone else exchanged glances and saw the same thought in each other's eyes. They rose and cautiously approached Chen Qiu's table to offer toasts. Chen Qiu put on no airs; no matter who came to toast him, he returned the gesture.
Though all these people combined could not defeat him, there was no reason to offend people for no cause when no grievances existed. Otherwise, even if they could not kill him, secretly throwing a few stumbling blocks in his path would be more than enough to disgust him.
The scene did not become chaotic. Everyone came one after another.
Instead, it made the atmosphere much livelier.
Everyone's faces were filled with smiles. Before arriving, they had all carried some resentment, after all. Jiang Buping had beaten them up and forcibly dragged them here to show support. But once