In an unassuming residence on the outskirts of Brocade City, in Chen territory.
"Drink, drink! Who'd have thought our Lin Jun would become such a remarkable figure? I'm happy. I'm so happy!"
Lin Jun's uncle, Yang Yan, was red in the face. He held his cup in both hands and downed it, turning another shade redder.
Yang Wan sat beside him, trying her hardest to stop him. Everyone at the table was among the friends Lin Jun had made earliest. They had witnessed his heaven-reaching power in his world.
Chen Feng gazed at the sky, full of emotion. Who would have thought that spoiled young master would become someone like this? No one before him, and probably no one after him, would compare.
Remembering the arguments he'd once had with Lin Jun, Chen Feng flushed.
How embarrassing had all that been?
"Lord Lin even rode me once!"
Lu Ling spoke proudly, earning an eye roll from Duan Yan. This Deer Demon hadn't been so shameless back then. How long had it even been?
"Speaking of which, young Chen, isn't your boy nearly old enough to start martial arts?"
Duan Yan turned to Chen Feng, who hurriedly replied:
"My son's Root Bone isn't good. I'm afraid he can't study martial arts."
"Really? What a shame. I'd wanted to be his master."
...The banquet went on until it was finally time to leave.
"Ah, I wonder how our Jun is doing. Is he alive or dead? Waaah..."
Yang Yan drained another cup. Thinking of how no one knew whether Lin Jun was alive, he couldn't hold back his tears.
"What rubbish are you spouting? Jun's blessed with good fortune and a long life! How could someone so strong die? Shut your mouth!"
Lin Jun's aunt clapped a hand over Yang Yan's mouth