"How could that be? Senior Brother, you're putting me to shame."
Jiang Yang's smile did not fade. Seeing Zhou Yanwei hold out both arms to stop him from bowing, he did not insist.
"Back then, I even went to Morning Rain Peak to ask after your whereabouts. It's been years since we parted... Congratulations on establishing your Dao Foundation, Senior Brother."
"You flatter me, you flatter me."
At the mention of this, Zhou Yanwei opened his folding fan and waved it, as though trying to blow the heat from his face, saying repeatedly:
"There's nothing worth congratulating. I'm merely a few years older and presume to call myself your senior brother. Yet your attitude toward me has never changed, Junior Brother Jiang. That truly earns my admiration."
Ever since returning to his lineage, he had considered his cultivation anything but slow. His family had supplied him with ample resources, and he had absorbed superior spiritual energy to achieve Foundation Establishment. Not long ago, he had even broken through to the middle stage. Yet compared with Jiang Yang's present cultivation, his own could only pale into insignificance.
By the cultivators' rule that the more accomplished deserved seniority, it would hardly have been unreasonable for Zhou Yanwei to call the other man his senior brother, or for them to treat one another as equals. But Jiang Yang treated him just as he always had, and that left Zhou Yanwei feeling ashamed.
"Hahahaha."
Jiang Yang was still basking in the warmth of seeing an old friend after so long. After a few laughs, he said:
"There's no need for us to keep praising one another. Let's find somewhere to catch up."
"Yes, yes, yes. This is no place to talk. In that case, let's go to my quarters."
Zhou Yanwei tapped his folding