In Hui Chun Hall, Valley Master Nie, having already made up his mind, leisurely sipped his tea. From time to time, he also reminded the disciples to make arrangements for the evening banquet.
Before long, Steward Yang returned, his face practically dancing with excitement. At a single glance, Valley Master Nie's heart blossomed with joy. Wasn't it obvious? The word "delighted" was written all over his face.
Valley Master Nie did not stand on ceremony. Stepping forward, he clasped his hands and said, "Young Brother Yang truly is a lucky general. Whatever reaches your hands is resolved as easily as splitting bamboo. Many thanks, young brother. Many thanks."
Steward Yang smiled. "It was all because Lord Kong took pity on this old man. He knew that us two old brothers would likely never have another chance to meet, so he agreed without a second thought. If it had been that cold-faced baleful star from last time, no amount of pleading would have worked."
Valley Master Nie was startled. "Lord Yu, who came last time? That certainly was the case. Even when this old man wished to pay him a visit, he ignored me entirely. He only stayed here for a short while and would not even spend the night, leaving the valley under cover of darkness. Sigh, I was rushed that time as well. I only had you bring a few jars of Hundred Flower Brew and never let you drink your fill."
"Haha!" Steward Yang was in high spirits. "Enough about him. Come, Elder Brother Nie. Have your feast been laid out? The accompanying brothers have all come here drawn by its fame."
"No problem. Hui Chun Valley has nothing with which to curry favor with the Incense-Passing Cult, but there will certainly be enough wine."
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