Eve of Cultivation

Wei Yan laughed. "I just roasted a mountain pheasant. If Chief Duan does not find it too humble, sit down and have a drink with me."

Duan Rong had not expected Wei Yan to invite him for a drink.

He had come to discuss something with Wei Yan. Since Wei Yan had taken the initiative to invite him, how could he refuse the gesture?

Duan Rong smiled. "Elder Wei is so hospitable. Then I shall respectfully accept."

"Hahaha!" Wei Yan rarely laughed so heartily. "Chief Duan, please."

Duan Rong promptly sat down with Wei Yan on the broad bluestone.

Wei Yan picked up the roasted mountain pheasant, tore off a plump, oil-dripping leg, and handed it to Duan Rong. "Chief Duan, help yourself."

Duan Rong accepted it respectfully. "Thank you."

After taking a bite of the pheasant leg, Duan Rong could not help praising it.

Wei Yan smiled. "At this time of year, Mountain Pheasants are at their fattiest. The rich fat balances out the dryness of the meat. Roasted in this season, it tastes its best."

Duan Rong looked at Wei Yan with a smile. This fellow really was a foodie. "Elder Wei truly knows his way around such things."

Wei Yan smiled. "I am a crippled old wreck. All I can do is mull over this sort of thing."

Wei Yan grabbed the wine jar at his side and held it out to Duan Rong. "Chief Duan, I have already drunk from this jar. If you do not mind me, have a few swigs to cut the grease."

Duan Rong smiled. "Elder Wei thinks too little of me. I am not a woman—where would I get all that fussiness?"

As he spoke, Duan Rong snatched up the wine jar and poured two huge gulps down his throat, thoroughly