"Oh my... truly... the stars have shifted in their courses!"
"Fellow Daoist He... no... I should call you Senior He!"
In one of the Sacred Fire Commerce Association's upscale private rooms, Mo Sang stood beside He Pingsheng with a flattering smile, personally handing him a cup of fine spirit tea.
He was filled with emotion.
When he first met He Pingsheng, the fellow had only been in the middle of the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Now, he was already a great cultivator of the Void Refinement Realm.
There was simply no comparing them!
He was a senior now.
"Why stand on ceremony?" He Pingsheng accepted the tea as he said, "Mo Sang, let's keep calling each other fellow Daoists. Otherwise, hearing you call me senior leaves me at a loss!"
"I'm still so young, and you're already so old. It doesn't feel quite appropriate!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Mo Sang said. "Then... thank you for thinking so highly of me, fellow Daoist. I'm reaching above my station!"
"Mm!" He Pingsheng took a sip of tea, then set the cup on the table. "You rascal, Mo Sang! You used to bully me for my low cultivation, serving me nothing but low-grade spirit tea. Now that my cultivation is higher, you give me this high-grade tea?"
"This tea tastes good. At least it's far better than the tea your Sacred Fire Commerce Association used to serve!"
Mo Sang's expression immediately turned miserable, and he hurriedly said, "Please don't be angry, fellow Daoist. It isn't that we favor one person over another. This isn't the association's tea, either. It's some that this old man went to great trouble to obtain. I didn't have it before; I only just got it. Please don't take offense!"
Though he said that aloud, Mo Sang felt bitter inside. *High-grade,