"Alas..." Seeing Xiang Zhili stop him again, Qian Diheng simply sighed. "Xiang Zhili, you're a Nascent Soul Grandmaster now. Surely you won't stoop to arguing with a mere Golden Core disciple like me?"
Xiang Zhili smiled faintly. "Listen to yourself, Uncle-Master Gan. You're this nephew's uncle-master—how could this nephew possibly argue with you? Your words are golden rules to this nephew!"
"In that case, stop blocking me..." As Qian Diheng spoke, he tried to step forward again.
Unfortunately, how could Xiang Zhili let Qian Diheng pass? He smiled. "If Uncle-Master wants to leave, you should at least drink this cup first, shouldn't you?"
"Uncle-Master already drank quite a bit with you just now. What is this cup for?" Unable to get past him, Qian Diheng could only ask, "As long as you explain it clearly, Uncle-Master will naturally drink it!"
"Hehe, need you even ask? Naturally, it is to thank your Dry Thunder Palace for looking after us during the Hundred Halls Competition!" Xiang Zhili said with a smile. "Of course, what we must thank you for most is the spirit armor Uncle-Master produced before my father took the field!"
"Alas, Nephew Xiang..." Hearing this, Qian Diheng let out another breath. Without another word, he drained the spiritual wine before continuing, "Those words struck right into Uncle-Master's heart. Uncle-Master had to drink this wine! But after drinking it, you must listen to one thing Uncle-Master has to say..."
"Mm, speak, Uncle-Master..." Xiang Zhili replied with a smile.
"I know you hate my great-grandfather so much your teeth itch, and I also know that his former attitude toward Myriad Thunder Valley was truly unfair..." Qian Diheng said in a low voice. "But look at it from the other side. Without his support, I could not have controlled the Spring Return Merchant